Asura Tribulation (Complete) - Part 2

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[Episode 1, Chapter
2: The Poison Dragon Master]
Liu Qingping had no idea how she left the Demon Palace. After dressing, Li Xiangdong pulled her into his arms. She felt a wave of confusion, and when she regained her senses, she found herself in the thatched hut where she had shared a room with Li Xiangdong. The scenery was unchanged, but she had become the Love Demoness of the Asura Cult.
"This is also one of the entrances to the Divine Palace. Do you remember how to enter?" Li Xiangdong asked.
"Disciple remembers," Liu Qingping nodded. Li Xiangdong had told her that there were eighteen entrances to the Asura Demon Palace. As long as she recited the incantation to request an audience, she could enter.
"When you're with me, unless you're wearing battle armor, you must not reveal your identity, understand?" Li Xiangdong took a purple handkerchief and handed it to Liu Qingping.
"Understood," Liu Qingping said, covering her face with the handkerchief.
"Let's go!" Li Xiangdong pulled Liu Qingping into his arms again, let out a low whistle, and a cloud of white mist rose, disappearing the two into the thick fog.
Liu Qingping was dazed again. When she awoke, she found herself standing on a mountain with Li Xiangdong.
"That's the Poison Dragon Temple up there!" Li Xiangdong pointed to the mountain peak shrouded in black mist.
"This...this is Black Mist Mountain?" Liu Qingping asked incredulously.
"That's right. Wenchang Town is down below, and the Jiangdu Sect's manor is to the east," Li Xiangdong said with a smile.
Liu Qingping composed herself, recognizing the terrain. It really did resemble the legendary Black Mist Mountain. She was secretly astonished. She hadn't expected Li Xiangdong's demonic magic to be so powerful. In the blink of an eye, he had carried her hundreds of miles. Remembering how he often disappeared for half a day when he was in the Demon Palace, it seemed he was wandering around, and who knew how many evil deeds he had committed.
"Come with me inside and retrieve something," Li Xiangdong continued.
"Yes," Liu Qingping replied, wondering why she was required to do it.
"If you get caught after you go in, remember to use the Myriad Wonders of a Maiden's Skill in front of the Poison Dragon Master to ignite your passion. Then he won't be in a hurry to kill you, and I can rescue you at the opportune moment," Li Xiangdong said solemnly.
"What?" Liu Qingping's heart trembled. So Li Xiangdong wanted her to go into the temple to steal the treasure.
"Listen carefully. You do this and that, serve those stone men well, and it won't be difficult to bring the item out. If you mess things up, you will definitely regret it!" Li Xiangdong said grimly.
Liu Qingping felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She finally understood why Li Xiangdong wanted her to take action. However, the Poison Dragon Temple was full of traps, and no one had ever been able to escape unscathed. Moreover, the Poison Dragon Master was one of the twelve fierce demons that people in the martial arts world feared. If she made a mistake, even if she didn't die, she would inevitably be humiliated.
"Do you remember what I said?" Li Xiangdong pressed.
"I...I remember," Liu Qingping answered in a trembling voice.
"Follow me!" Li Xiangdong led the way without using any demonic magic.
Liu Qingping dared not disobey and silently followed. Recalling the evil deeds of the Poison Dragon Master, she couldn't help but gasp.
Thirty years ago, when the Asura Cult was rampant, the Poison Dragon Master was still unknown. After the righteous sects joined forces to eliminate the Asura Demon Cult led by Yu Chi Yuan, other evil sects disappeared one after another. Everyone thought they were vigilant and hadn't been completely wiped out. Little did they expect that later, because of a ballad, the righteous sects would be torn apart, the alliance would collapse, leading to today's disaster.
The ballad praised their heroic deeds, saying:
"Asura vanquished, immortals and Buddhas at peace, the nine gangs pacify the lakes and seas, the sword sects quell the mountains and rivers, the martial world rejoices, and all families enjoy peace."
However, the phrase "the sword sects quell the mountains and rivers" angered several non-sword-wielding sects among the thirteen factions. Some sects lost interest and declared they would no longer concern themselves with martial arts affairs, while others harbored deep resentment and proposed electing a martial arts alliance leader, chosen by the nine gangs and thirteen sects to lead the heroes. This resulted in even more disputes.
Those cunning and wicked heretics, taking advantage of the righteous people's struggle for fame and fortune, fanned the flames while cultivating their own power. By the time discerning people realized this, they were no longer the same as before, and the righteous people were no longer as united as before.
The ballad that circulated at the time was later supplemented with two more lines: "The three fierce and four evil ones move out together, and the five demons and monsters cause even more trouble."
The Poison Dragon Master was one of the Five Demons, possessing extraordinary martial arts and demonic magic. He was also skilled in the art of sexual exploitation, using the Poison Dragon Temple as his lair, where he defiled countless women. He had four alluring female disciples, known as the Four Beauties of the Poison Dragon, who, besides providing him with sexual pleasure, also seduced strong men, draining their vital essence to enhance their own power.
Some, disgusted by the Poison Dragon Master's actions, launched numerous open and covert attacks, but none escaped unscathed. Those who were defeated and captured died from exhaustion of their vital essence, their naked bodies hanging outside the temple, their reputations ruined even in death.
The most sensational incident occurred two years ago when the Jiangdu Sect, one of the Nine Gangs and Thirteen Schools, saw their beloved son-in-law, Gu Buping, killed by the Four Beauties of the Poison Dragon. The sect leader, Yao Guangsheng, seeking revenge, challenged the Poison Dragon Master, only to be defeated and killed. From then on, no one dared to provoke him.
The Jiangdu Sect was scattered and never recovered. Yao Guangsheng's only daughter, Yao Fengzhu, the widow of Gu Buping, took over as sect leader. Although she vowed revenge, even Yao Guangsheng, with his martial arts skills, had suffered a crushing defeat. How could anyone believe she could achieve her goal?
"This is it," Li Xiangdong suddenly stopped and said.
Liu Qingping, distracted, almost couldn't stop in time and bumped into Li Xiangdong's back. Looking up, she realized she had entered a manor. Before her was a moon gate with the words "Death to those who trespass" written on it. They had arrived at their destination.
"Judging from your expression, you want to try out the Poison Dragon Master's cultivation techniques!" Li Xiangdong sneered.
"No...no!" Liu Qingping said fearfully.
"With this Vermilion Bird Ring, you won't be afraid of the Poison Dragon Master's magical restrictions," Li Xiangdong said, slipping a pink jade ring onto Liu Qingping's wrist.
Liu Qingping had never seen a pink jade ring before. The ring was warm, and when it touched her skin, she felt a burning sensation all over her body, which was strangely uncomfortable.
"Do you remember what I said?" Li Xiangdong continued to ask.
"I remember," Liu Qingping repeated Li Xiangdong's instructions: "Don't use the Myriad Wonders Maiden Technique. Start from the left, it's seven, seven, eight, and eleven. If you make a mistake, you must start over."
"Also, leave your handkerchief!" Li Xiangdong stuffed a white embroidered handkerchief into Liu Qingping's hand. Embroidered with a phoenix and a pearl in white silk thread, it seemed to be a girl's item.
How could Liu Qingping refuse? She took a breath and cautiously stepped into the doorway.
Although it was pitch black inside, there was a faint glow. Liu Qingping knew that Li Xiangdong was using his magic to lead the way, and without hesitation, she followed the glow.
The glow seemed to have a spirit, leading Liu Qingping left and right, walking for a while, then stopping, its light suddenly intensifying, illuminating the surrounding scenery.
Liu Qingping found herself in a stone chamber. In the center was a stone coffin, and behind it were four life-sized stone statues, some sitting, some lying down, each with a menacing, erect penis protruding from its abdomen—a strange and terrifying sight. A chill ran through her; she knew she had arrived at the treasure's lair.
Looking at the stone figures, Liu Qingping felt a surge of bitterness, but dared not delay. She absentmindedly pulled off her trousers, tore off her riding towel, and
, naked from the waist down, walked to the stone figure on the left. The stone figure sat cross-legged on the ground, its hard penis pointing skyward. Fortunately, it was smooth and not particularly large, so Liu Qingping figured she could handle it. Gritting her teeth, she hugged the stone figure's neck, her pink vulva pressed against its penis, and sat down.
As the cold stone rod squeezed into her tender vagina, a chill penetrated her body. Liu Qingping couldn't help but shiver, letting out a soft moan. She thrust her hips forward, counting in her mind, and slowly began to stroke herself.
After seven attempts, Liu Qingping stopped, took a breath, struggled to her feet, and walked to the second stone figure.
This stone figure stood upright, tall and robust, one hand outstretched, the other on its waist, its penis erect, seemingly even larger than the first. Liu Qingping had to stand on tiptoe to touch the cold stone rod. With a thought, she placed her hands on the stone figure's shoulders, braced her left leg against her body, raised her right leg, and used her hands on the stone figure's waist to pull herself up, inserting her vulva into the stone figure's penis. The
enormous stone rod gave Liu Qingping a tearing sensation, but fortunately, she was used to Li Xiangdong's torment and was in control of her own body, so it wasn't too painful. She slowly made seven attempts before withdrawing.
The third stone figure knelt on the ground with its hands outstretched. Liu Qingping knew without thinking that she should kneel before it like a dog, allowing the penis to enter from behind. However, when she saw the stone rod, she felt a chill run down her spine
. The southern border was uneven, covered with bumps, truly terrifying. But fear was no excuse; she had to do it anyway. So she knelt before the stone figure, biting her lips tightly, and opened her labia, letting the tip of the stone rod press against her vaginal opening. Only then did she carefully retreat.
The stone rod inch by inch entered the cave. When the bumps rubbed against the sensitive vaginal walls, it was both itchy and painful, but the itchiness outweighed the pain. In her haste, Liu Qingping pulled back forcefully, and the stone rod pierced all the way in. When it hit the delicate clitoris, she immediately felt weak and limp, in unbearable discomfort.
"Eight... seven more times!" Liu Qingping silently told herself, continuing to twist her lower body, hoping to complete the task as soon as possible.
Liu Qingping was in a daze, unable to count whether she moved seven or eight times. The more she moved, the more unbearable the ache and numbness deep within her body became. She knew that if she didn't stop, she would lose control. In her dazed state, she lunged forward, broke free, and left the terrifying stone rod, collapsing to the ground
, panting heavily. After resting for a while, Liu Qingping managed to get up and staggered to the last stone figure. Looking down, she couldn't help but cry out in anguish.
The stone figure lay supine on the ground, its arms wrapped around the void, its stone rod erect and towering. This thing was over a foot long and as thick as a child's arm, its surface rough and inlaid with several glittering gems, even more massive and terrifying than Li Xiangdong's penis.
Liu Qingping stared blankly at the strange stone figure, tears streaming down her face. She cursed the Poison Dragon Master, calling him inhuman for setting up such a lewd trap; he was worse than a beast. Tragically, she was trapped in his clutches, suffering not only humiliation and hardship but also self-torture—a
fate worse than death. Amidst her self-pity, a strange thought arose in Liu Qingping's mind: since Li Xiangdong knew the Poison Dragon Master's secrets so well, he must have a way to subdue him. If the two of them were to kill each other, it would be a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
Just then, the fluorescent light above her head flickered erratically. Knowing it was Li Xiangdong urging her to act, she could only suppress her sorrow and reach down to touch her vulva. Finding it wet enough, she disregarded the torment and climbed onto the stone figure, lowering herself between her legs.
The giant stone rod forced its way into her tight cave, a pain far worse than any form of torture. The tearing sensation was bearable, but the rough surface already made Liu Qingping groan with itchiness. The worst part was the gemstones embedded in it; when they rubbed against her flesh, they sent waves of unbearable tingling and numbness through her, driving her to the brink of madness.
Although it could accommodate the thick stone rod, its shape was frightening. After much effort, the rod reached its limit, but Liu Qingping noticed a small section remained outside her. She wasn't sure if this was acceptable, but there was no time to hesitate. Hardening her resolve, she gritted her teeth and forced herself down.
"Ouch…!" The cold stone rod pierced deep into her body, striking her delicate core, causing Liu Qingping to cry out in agony, gasping for breath.
After the cry subsided, Liu Qingping realized something was wrong. She was in a dangerous situation; such cries would surely attract attention. She could only suppress the urge to scream and laboriously move up and down.
These past few days, Liu Qingping had suffered much torment, thinking that although it was a bit bitter, she could endure it. Unexpectedly, after only two thrusts, her uterus was immediately filled with an urgent need for release, and she couldn't help
but writhe uncontrollably. The stone rod relentlessly pounded against her clitoris, making her seminal vesicles weak and unbearable. In her dazed state, she urinated. Liu Qingping truly didn't understand how she could have urinated. Although Li Xiangdong was brave and skilled in battle, and loved to use strange and ingenious methods of pleasure, he could always withstand forty or fifty thrusts. It seemed she was becoming increasingly lewd. Overwhelmed with shame and sorrow, she excitedly lay on the stone figure, sobbing. After crying for a while, she felt a little better and was about to continue when she was suddenly startled, almost crying out. She had forgotten exactly how many thrusts she had made.
Remembering Li Xiangdong's warning, Liu Qingping dared not move rashly. She could only get up and start again. Perhaps having gained experience, this time it went much more smoothly. She quickly dealt with the three stone figures, though she was panting heavily. She was finally done.
However, seeing the fourth stone figure's club-like penis still wet and stained with her own urine, Liu Qingping was uneasy, fearing she might miscalculate and suffer again.
Knowing that fear wouldn't change the cruel reality, she could only force herself to stay calm, biting her lips hard, and nervously straddled the stone figure, silently counting.
This time, Liu Qingping couldn't resist her natural physiological response and urinated again. The difference was that she wasn't as agitated. She firmly remembered moving four times, didn't get up, took a breath, and continued writhing.
"...Ten...eleven...it's eleven!" Liu Qingping sighed, stopped moving, suppressed her weakness, and nervously looked at the stone coffin beside her.
After a while, the stone coffin remained motionless. Liu Qingping almost burst into tears. It was numbers seven, seven, eight, and eleven; she was certain she hadn't done anything wrong and should have activated the mechanism by now. She couldn't understand why the coffin remained silent.
The fireflies above her head flickered again. Liu Qingping cried out in anguish and struggled to her feet. Just as she managed to free herself, a soft "yikes" came from the coffin, and the lid slowly slid open.
Liu Qingping was both surprised and delighted. Delighted that the mechanism had finally been opened, but surprised that she didn't know what was inside. Struggling to crawl over, she discovered a pink jade rod lying flat inside. Its material was identical to the Vermilion Bird Ring on her wrist. It was about a foot long and the size of a teacup, emitting an eerie glow. There seemed to be many characters inscribed on it; she knew it must be the item Li Xiangdong wanted.
Liu Qingping let out a breath and was about to pick up Nanbangguo when she noticed a cool, damp sensation between her legs. White, sticky droplets were dripping from her vulva. Feeling distressed, she grabbed a handkerchief and wiped away the stains. She saw her engorged labia parted, still aching inside, and couldn't help but burst into tears.
After cleaning herself, Liu Qingping realized she had mistakenly used the scented handkerchief embroidered with phoenixes and pearls that Li Xiangdong had asked her to keep. Helplessly tossing it aside, she quickly pulled her trousers back up, took the jade rod in her hand, and, guided by the fireflies, retraced her steps.
Li Xiangdong sat calmly cross-legged outside the door, seemingly unafraid of being discovered. Only when Liu Qingping appeared did he leisurely stand up, take the jade rod from her hand, and nod, saying, "This is it!"
Liu Qingping breathed a sigh of relief. The jade rod, like the jade ring, was warm all over, radiating an annoying warmth; holding it made her feel uncomfortably hot.
"How many times did you urinate?" Li Xiangdong removed the jade ring from Liu Qingping's wrist, grinning wickedly.
"...Two...twice!" Liu Qingping blushed, surprised that he knew.
"You're becoming more and more lewd," Li Xiangdong chuckled. "Have you had enough?"
How could Liu Qingping answer? She lowered her head, silent, her heart aching as if being torn apart.
"You've done a great service to our sect. After we get to Wenchang, I'll let you have your fill of pleasure!" Li Xiangdong embraced Liu Qingping's slender waist, leering.
Although Wenchang is a small place, it has decent inns. Li Xiangdong asked for two superior rooms, and after dinner, he took Liu Qingping back to his room.
After Liu Qingping finished washing Li Xiangdong's feet, without his permission, she removed her outer garments, leaving only a handkerchief covering her chest, and stood bowed before the bed.
"Do you know what this is?" Li Xiangdong asked, showing off the jade rod.
Liu Qingping shook her head slightly, genuinely curious.
"This is one of our sect's most prized treasures, called the Vermilion Bird Pestle. It's a woman's most precious possession, with countless uses. Tonight, I'll show you!" Li Xiangdong said with a grin, pulling Liu Qingping into his arms.
Liu Qingping was secretly puzzled, not by the jade rod being a sex toy, but by how it ended up in the hands of the Poison Dragon Master. As she pondered this, she suddenly noticed the Vermilion Bird Pestle in Li Xiangdong's hand emitting a dark red light!
"You are our sect's first Heavenly Demoness. If you continue to be as obedient as this, I will cherish you," Li Xiangdong said, his arms around Liu Qingping's slender waist, the Vermilion Bird Pestle gently touching her high breasts.
"Ah...!" The moment the Vermilion Bird Pestle touched her bodice, a surge of heat emanated from its tip, penetrating the thin fabric and reaching deep into her heart, making Liu Qingping's body burn. A raging fire immediately ignited in her chest and abdomen, as if she were practicing the Myriad Wonders Maiden Technique, her desire suddenly ignited.
"How do you feel?" Li Xiangdong lifted her bodice, the Vermilion Bird Pestle circling her exquisitely sculpted breasts.
"Disciple...it's so itchy!" Liu Qingping groaned, rubbing her swollen breasts with unrestrained abandon.
"Bear with it for now, I'll relieve your itch." Li Xiangdong laughed, pulling off his riding towel, and moved the Vermilion Bird Pestle down, rolling it back and forth between Liu Qingping's vulva.
"Hurry...ah...my juices are all flowing out...give it to me...I'm dying of itchiness!" Liu Qingping cried out in a trembling voice.
Li Xiangdong ignored him, and the Vermilion Bird Pestle continued rolling. Before long, the pestle was soaking wet, as if it had been pulled from water. Then he stopped, raised the pestle, and muttered to himself.
As soon as the pestle left Liu Qingping's body, her burning lust subsided, and her mind cleared. She realized that this jade rod had fueled her desire, and she secretly lamented that he had obtained this lewd instrument; besides herself, countless other girls would suffer.
As Liu Qingping secretly regretted her actions, the Vermilion Bird Pestle suddenly emitted a beam of light, illuminating the wall and revealing many characters.
"Look, this is the True Scripture of Lust!" Li Xiangdong exclaimed excitedly, "If the old Poison Dragon knew this method to read the second volume of the scripture, he would have already mastered the Divine Skill of Lust!"
"This… how did this pestle end up in his hands?" Liu Qingping mustered her courage and asked.
"Isn't this all the work of your Nine Gangs and Thirteen Sects!" Li Xiangdong sneered. "After Yuchi Yuan's death, some people took advantage of the chaos, openly robbing and secretly stealing. Many of our sect's most precious treasures and secret techniques were lost at that time, requiring me to go to great lengths."
Liu Qingping was secretly delighted. It seemed that Li Xiangdong was busy pursuing the lost treasures of Shura and had no time to seek revenge against the Nine Gangs and Thirteen Sects. The righteous sects might be able to escape the demonic calamity for the time being. If someone could tip them off, there might still be a chance to eliminate this demon.
"Let me give you a laugh, consider it a reward!" Li Xiangdong laughed.
"How does the sect leader want his disciple to serve you?" Liu Qingping was already used to it and hoped to suffer as little as possible, which would be the best outcome.
“No, this time it’s my turn to serve you.” Li Xiangdong chuckled, leaning against the bed. “Let me see if I’ve damaged your cunt!”
Liu Qingping didn’t hesitate, skillfully lying head down and feet up on Li Xiangdong’s lap, her pink legs wrapped around his waist, her slender waist arched upwards, displaying her mysterious private parts.
“I almost forgot, did you leave a handkerchief?” Li Xiangdong asked with a smile.
“I did,” Liu Qingping replied.
“Very good, there’ll be a good show soon.” Li Xiangdong nodded. “Poison Dragon’s mechanical skills are very clever, it’s a pity he doesn’t know what’s good for him, otherwise, he would be a talent.”
“Whose handkerchief is that?” Liu Qingping asked, a thought flashing through her mind.
“It’s Yao Fengzhu from the Jiangdu Sect. This little widow is quite a beauty. If the Poison Dragon hadn’t killed her, perhaps she could keep you company.” Li Xiangdong stroked the bulging jade mound and laughed, “Tell me, do you want to taste the fourth stone man’s penis?”
“No… that… that thing hurts me a lot!” Liu Qingping groaned, feeling Li Xiangdong’s finger already forcing open her labia and meandering in.
“Does it still hurt?” Li Xiangdong asked, probing deep inside the cave. The warm, fleshy walls tightly enveloped his finger, arousing him. “
It hurts…!” Liu Qingping frowned, though it didn’t actually hurt anymore. She said it on purpose to avoid further torment.
“No pain, no gain.” Li Xiangdong chuckled as he withdrew his finger, saying, “As long as it’s not damaged, it’s fine. And you like it, don’t you?”
Liu Qingping was full of bitterness and couldn’t answer.
“Although the Vermilion Bird Pestle is incredibly large, once you’ve tasted it, you’ll know the pleasure of such a thing!” Li Xiangdong picked up the jade rod and rubbed it against Liu Qingping’s vulva.
“Ah… Master… no… ah… this thing is too big… ah… it… it will… it will burst this disciple!” Liu Qingping cried out in terror, protecting her lower abdomen. The Vermilion Bird Pestle was much larger than the stone man’s, and she knew she couldn’t handle it.
“Don’t want it?” Li Xiangdong continued rubbing it.
“Ah… it itches… oh my god… it’s so itchy… give it to me… give it to me quickly…!” Liu Qingping cried out incoherently. The heat emanating from the Vermilion Bird Pestle made her unbearably itchy, and she felt an indescribable emptiness and discomfort inside, yearning to be ravaged.
“Don’t be afraid, the size of the Vermilion Bird Pestle is up to you, it won’t hurt you.” Li Xiangdong applied force with his hand and slowly inserted the Vermilion Bird Pestle.
"Ah...it's in...ah...why...ah...it's moving...!" Liu Qingping moaned incessantly as the Vermilion Bird Pestle filled every inch of her body, making her feel suffocated. Inside the cave, it seemed to writhe and stretch, giving her inexplicable pleasure.
"Is it beautiful?" Li Xiangdong asked, holding the pestle left outside the vulva.
"Beautiful...it's incredibly beautiful...!" Liu Qingping cried out wantonly, her womb filled with an indescribable tingling sensation, making her intoxicated in a sea of desire.
"Can you take it?" Li Xiangdong asked with a wicked smile.
"I can take it...ah...oh...ah...ah...ah ah...!" Liu Qingping had barely answered when the Vermilion Bird Pestle suddenly moved even faster, the pleasure flowing endlessly.
"Pee!" Li Xiangdong shouted.
As soon as Li Xiangdong finished speaking, Liu Qingping felt the Vermilion Bird Pestle thrusting and ramming wildly, then her flower core went numb and tingling. She couldn't help but twist her body wildly, screamed a few times, and then urinated.
"Have you had enough fun?" Li Xiangdong asked with a smile.
"...!" Liu Qingping gasped for breath, looking down to see the Vermilion Bird Pestle still deeply embedded in her body, yet she felt no pain whatsoever. She couldn't help but wonder how she could tolerate such a frighteningly large pestle.
"Let's have some more fun," Li Xiangdong said with a smile.
At that moment, Liu Qingping felt a wisp of scalding heat shoot out from the Vermilion Bird Pestle, penetrating straight to her heart. Her flower core immediately felt incredibly weak, and somehow, she urinated again.
Li Xiangdong withdrew the Vermilion Bird Pestle, seeing it covered in snow-white yin essence. He nodded in satisfaction, silently chanting a spell. The True Scripture of Lust immediately appeared on the wall along with the light emanating from the pestle.
When Liu Qingping rested, she noticed Li Xiangdong intently reading the scripture on the wall. She realized he wasn't trying to reward her, but merely using the Vermilion Bird Pestle to make her lose herself and ejaculate so he could read the scripture. She felt even more distressed, and could only get up shyly, tears welling in her eyes, to clean the stains from her lower body.
It was past midnight. Li Xiangdong had finished reading the scriptures and was resting with his eyes closed. Without his permission, Liu Qingping dared not go to bed and could only sit silently to the side.
“By now, Poison Dragon should realize he’s lost the Vermilion Bird Pestle. Put on your battle armor and come with me to see the fate of the Jiangdu
Sect,” Li Xiangdong said, standing up. Liu Qingping was startled, realizing that Li Xiangdong had asked her to leave her handkerchief to frame Yao Fengzhu of the Jiangdu Sect. It seemed her fate was sealed.
Yao Fengzhu and the Jiangdu Sect members lived in a valley east of Wenchang. Li Xiangdong must have been there before, as he led Liu Qingping through the darkness like an old horse, and they soon arrived.
“Poison Dragon is here,” Li Xiangdong said in a deep voice. “The entire valley is shrouded in the Nine Poison Miasma. Anyone, human or beast, who touches the miasma will surely die. It seems he’s about to unleash a massacre.”
“How do we get in?” Liu Qingping asked in surprise. Although she couldn’t see any Nine Poison Miasma, there was no sound around, and she could smell a foul stench. She couldn’t help but feel anxious.
"Your witch's armor is immune to all poisons, and you're with me, so what's there to be afraid of?" Li Xiangdong laughed. "Come with me, they must be at Yao Fengzhu's residence."
Liu Qingping followed closely behind Li Xiangdong, using her lightness skill to leap onto the roof of a large house. Sure enough, she found two groups of people facing off in the courtyard.
One group consisted of five people: four women and one man. The man was a Taoist priest with a square face and large ears, wearing a Taoist robe. Behind him were four female Taoist priests holding whisks. The four women were young and beautiful, with almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks. They were quite attractive, but they were heavily made up and acted coquettishly, giving off a sinister vibe. It seemed that they were the Poison Dragon Master and his disciples, the Poison Dragon Four Beauties.
The other group, however, numbered over a hundred people, all of whom looked fearful. The leader was a beautiful young woman in white, wielding two swords. Needless to say, this must be Yao Fengzhu, the leader of the Jiangdu Sect.
The two sides had clearly already clashed, and the Jiangdu Sect was utterly defeated. Several corpses lay on the ground, all dressed in Jiangdu Sect attire.
"Yao Fengzhu, if you know what's good for you, hand over the Vermilion Bird Pestle immediately, and I will not only spare your life, but the Jiangdu Sect will also be spared annihilation!" Poison Dragon Master said coldly.
"You demon, I said I didn't, and I didn't! I never took the Vermilion Bird Pestle, nor did I ever go to Black Mist Mountain!" Yao Fengzhu cried out in grief and indignation, "Kill me if you want, come at me! It has nothing to do with anyone else!"
"You can't escape death. If you don't hand over the Vermilion Bird Pestle, I'll make you wish you were dead!" Poison Dragon Master sneered.
"You demon, I'll fight you to the death!" Yao Fengzhu shouted fiercely, swinging her sword in a slashing attack. Her moves were sharp and ruthless, focusing solely on offense and not defense, yet they were quite powerful.
Poison Dragon Master, capable of single-handedly defeating Yao Guangsheng, the former leader of the Jiangdu Sect and father of Yao Fengzhu, possessed exceptional martial arts skills. Though unarmed, he remained fearless, his sleeves fluttering, concealing profound internal energy, intent on disarming Yao Fengzhu and capturing her alive.
"Everyone, attack!" someone shouted, and the Jiangdu Sect members surged forward, hoping to use their numbers to repel this demon.
They would have been better off not attacking; once they did, they were doomed.
Poison Dragon Master let out a fierce roar, chanting an incantation. A thick fog descended from the sky, completely enveloping the valley in black mist.
Li Xiangdong, hiding on the roof tiles, was unfazed. He pointed a few times with his Vermilion Bird Pestle in the air, and the slowly descending black mist seemed to hit a wall, not touching him or Liu Qingping at all.
At this moment, Yao Fengzhu continued her desperate attacks, but unfortunately, she couldn't injure her enemies at all. Her twin swords, under the pressure of Poison Dragon Master's internal energy, had become incredibly heavy, making them difficult to move freely. Just as she was getting anxious, she heard her own people scream in unison. Peeking over, she saw everyone lying on the ground. Her heart trembled violently. Before she knew it, Poison Dragon Master's long sleeve had knocked the swords from her hands, and then her pressure points were paralyzed, forcing her to surrender.
"Yao Fengzhu, now there are no survivors in the valley. Shouldn't you hand over the Vermilion Bird Pestle?" Poison Dragon Master said, his arm around Yao Fengzhu's slender waist.
"You…!?" Yao Fengzhu cried out in a trembling voice, unable to believe that everyone had been killed so quickly. Looking around, she saw everyone lying motionless on the ground.
"When the Nine Poisonous Mist is unleashed, not even chickens or dogs are spared. If I hadn't protected you, you would be dead too!" Poison Dragon Master said, pinching Yao Fengzhu's waist.
"Don't touch me!" Yao Fengzhu screamed in terror, "Kill me! I don't want to be human anymore!"
"I won't kill you until you hand over the Vermilion Bird Pestle." The Poison Dragon Master's strange hand held Yao Fengzhu's soft breasts, gently kneading and twisting them, saying, "I will make you taste all the world's most agonizing tortures until you hand over the Vermilion Bird Pestle!"
"No... I don't... I really don't have the Vermilion Bird Pestle... Why don't you believe me!" Yao Fengzhu cried out in pain.
"Do you want me to believe you...?!" The Poison Dragon Master's strange eyes rolled, and his hand moved down, stroking Yao Fengzhu's abdomen, saying, "Fine, let me see your riding cap, and I'll believe you!"
"No... No...!" Yao Fengzhu screamed, but her acupoints were paralyzed, and she was powerless, unable to run away.
"Who says it can't be!" Poison Dragon Master sneered, his strange hand reaching into Yao Fengzhu's trousers. He sneered, "After I've looked you over, I'll rape you and use the Yin-Yang Absorption Technique to cripple your martial arts before I begin the interrogation!"
"No...!" Yao Fengzhu screamed, wailing, "Waaah... let me die... waaah... you dog... kill me!"
Poison Dragon Master's strange hand roamed freely inside Yao Fengzhu's trousers for a while, then pulled out a dazzlingly white handkerchief.
"Smells so good!" Poison Dragon Master held the handkerchief in his hands, sniffing it for a moment before unfolding it. He sneered, "Did you embroider the phoenix and pearl yourself?"
Yao Fengzhu didn't answer, only wept bitterly, regretting not having killed herself sooner, thus incurring this great humiliation.
"Help her!" Poison Dragon Master shoved Yao Fengzhu aside, taking out another handkerchief from his robes. "Do you recognize this?"
Yao Fengzhu, supported by the two female Taoists, looked up to see Poison Dragon Master holding two white handkerchiefs in each hand. They were his personal belongings; one was pristine white, which he had just torn off, while the other was filthy, stained with condensed water. She wondered where he had gotten it.
"These are the diapers you left behind after stealing the treasure. No more complaints, huh?" Poison Dragon Master sneered.
"No... I didn't...!" Yao Fengzhu cried out, realizing she had become someone else's scapegoat. "
Didn't? The diaper is soaked with your vaginal fluids and essence. Still trying to deny it?" Poison Dragon Master said coldly.
"It's not mine... Waaah... I didn't!" Yao Fengzhu sobbed, unsure how to explain.
"Still going to be stubborn?" the Poison Dragon Master said angrily. "Fine, I'll show you my wedding dress magic. If the thing on the handkerchief isn't yours, you'll be fine. But if it is, hehe... you'll definitely regret it!"
Watching the Poison Dragon Master and four female Taoist priests carry the sobbing Yao Fengzhu into the house, Liu Qingping felt a chill run down her spine. Although she didn't know what kind of sorcery he would use, seeing Li Xiangdong gesturing for her to find another place to spy, his eyes filled with reproach, she knew things were going badly.
"Chunyan, Qiuyan, find some ropes and hang this ungrateful wretch up," the Poison Dragon Master said, stopping in the spacious hall.
"No need for ropes," the tall Chunyan said, starting to untie Yao Fengzhu's belt.
"Stop... what are you doing?" Yao Fengzhu cried out in a sorrowful voice.
"It's nothing, I just need to borrow your belt for a moment." The voluptuous Qiu Yan, together with Chun Yan, used the belt to tie Yao Fengzhu's jade wrists together and hang her above her head.
"Let me die... Waaah... Why don't you kill me!" Yao Fengzhu cried out. After untying the belt, her bodice opened, revealing a white silk bodice embroidered with phoenixes and pearls.
The Poison Dragon Master spread the filthy handkerchief on the table, then took out a small box containing several large red ants, each the size of a grain of rice. He said, "These are Heavenly Pool Fire Ants. One bite will cause the affected area to burn like fire, itchy and painful. After I perform the procedure, I'll let them taste your diaper. Wherever the substance came from, that area will feel like it's been bitten by fire ants. You won't be able to deny it."
Yao Fengzhu clearly knew the filth on the handkerchief wasn't hers, so she wasn't particularly afraid. She was only thinking about how to die to avoid humiliation.
Liu Qingping, who was hiding on the roof with Li Xiangdong, was terrified. She instinctively grabbed Li Xiangdong's hand, her eyes pleading for help. Unexpectedly, Li Xiangdong struck her acupoint to silence her. Even more frightened, she thought this demon was using this to punish her for her misdeeds, and tears streamed down her face.
The Poison Dragon Master mumbled incantations, then, with a claw-like finger, wiped his sweat with a towel.
Yao Fengzhu remained silent, but Liu Qingping trembled violently, feeling a finger teasing her vulva!
"I'm telling you, if you get bitten by fire ants, the pain won't disappear for a day and a night. If you happen to bite your clitoris, hehe... the suffering will be even greater, and you'll suffer endless torment!" the Poison Dragon Master said grimly. "I'll ask you one more time, where is the Vermilion Bird Pestle hidden?"
"I didn't...!" Yao Fengzhu said, tears streaming down her face.
"You'll soon know the answer." The Poison Dragon Master sneered, shooing the fire ants onto the table, saying, "The fire ants will bring retribution to the treasure thieves!"
At that moment, Li Xiangdong took out the Vermilion Bird Pestle. Without any incantation or spellcasting, a red light emanated from the tip of the pestle and shot towards Yao Fengzhu in the hall.
Aside from Liu Qingping, no one noticed the strange red glow, but everyone, including Liu Qingping, stared intently as the fire ants crawled towards the handkerchief.
"Ouch…!" When the first fire ant crawled onto the handkerchief, Yao Fengzhu let out a blood-curdling scream. The remaining fire ants followed suit, their cries even more shrill: "Don't bite… Waaah… It's killing me…!"
"It really is that bitch!" Poison Dragon Master gritted his teeth.
"Master, won't the fire ants kill her?" asked Xia Yan, her pink cheek adorned with a beauty mark. She smiled before speaking, giving off a frivolous impression.
"Even if they don't kill her, the pain will be unbearable!" said the remaining female Taoist, Dong Yan, wrinkling her nose. Her nose was delicate and straight, and even wrinkling it made her look beautiful.
"If they keep biting, that's when she'll die of pain," Poison Dragon Master sneered, picking up the fire ants from the handkerchief and placing them back into the small box.
By this time, Yao Fengzhu was in excruciating pain, her face as white as paper, cold sweat pouring down her back. Even though all the fire ants had returned to the box, she continued to scream and wail in agony.
"Father, shall we take off her pants? I want to see her cunt, to see where the fire ants have bitten her!" Chunyan laughed.
"Alright," Poison Dragon Master nodded.
"Stop...stop...!" Yao Fengzhu realized Chunyan was untying her belt, and forgot the pain in her lower body, screaming shrilly.
"If you don't hand over the Vermilion Bird Pestle, from now on, you'll never wear clothes again!" Poison Dragon Master cursed.
As Poison Dragon spoke, Chunyan had already removed Yao Fengzhu's pants, her naked lower body fully exposed. But she didn't stop, continuing to bind Yao Fengzhu's legs with cloth ropes, spreading her slender pink legs apart, suspending her in the air, revealing the most mysterious part of a girl's body in every detail.
"It seems she's not hurt!" Qiu Yan said, stroking the pinkish-white mound of her vulva with her jade-like hand.
"The stuff came from inside. The fire ants bit the place where the vaginal fluid and essence flow out, so of course you can't see anything from the outside." Poison Dragon Master said cruelly, "Open her vulva and let everyone see clearly!"
"No... Waaah... No...!" Yao Fengzhu cried out in despair. Apart from her deceased husband, she had never been naked in front of others before, and to be humiliated like this was naturally unbearable.
Qiu Yan ignored Yao Fengzhu's cries, holding her thighs with both hands, and used force to open her tightly closed labia.
"Look... there are three red spots on the vaginal wall. The fire ants must have bitten there!" Dong Yan leaned closer and pointed.
"Her clitoris is so red and swollen, I wonder how many bites it has taken?" Qiu Yan said, peering at her.
“Even if she was bitten, it wouldn’t swell up so quickly. Let me see.” Poison Dragon Master shooed the two women away, opened her vulva himself, and examined it, saying, “Look at her, so cold and aloof. She’s a slut!”
“What slut?” Chunyan asked, puzzled.
“This clitoris is large and round, much bigger than an ordinary girl’s. What else could it be but a slut?” Poison Dragon Master sneered.
“How big is it?” “Plump and swollen, like a cherry!” “There are two red marks. It must have been bitten twice.” “Two times? I wonder how many times it was bitten inside.” The four women surrounded her, chattering all at once.
Yao Fengzhu’s tears fell like rain, her sobs incessant. It wasn’t that Poison Dragon and the others had hurt her, but the places where the fire ants had bitten her felt like they were burning, the pain unbearable and unspeakable.
“Her vagina is narrow and tight, delicate and soft. It seems she hasn’t used it much. It must have been tough on her.” Poison Dragon Master said, sticking his finger into the red, fleshy hole.
"She's only been married three months and is already a widow. I bet she only has her dead husband as a man, so how could she possibly have much to do with herself?" Xia Yan laughed.
"What's making things difficult for her?" Qiu Yan asked in surprise.
"Her clitoris is unusually large, and her lust is far more intense than normal. She's so young and already has to endure loneliness. She must have chewed through countless pillows and blankets; no wonder she's suffering." Poison Dragon Master withdrew his finger and explained, "Look, just a few pokes and her juices are flowing out."
"With Master, she won't have to suffer anymore," Chun Yan chuckled.
"Master, what other consequences will there be after the fire ants bit her clitoris?" Xia Yan asked.
"You'll know by this time tomorrow," Poison Dragon Master said mysteriously. "Everyone, split up and search. Find the Vermilion Bird Pestle as soon as possible so I can be at ease."
"Shouldn't we stay and watch over her?" Chun Yan asked.
"No need. I haven't retrieved the Nine Poisonous Mist yet. Anyone, human or beast, who enters the valley will die. She can't escape either. Let her think it over quietly here. She'll speak obediently tomorrow," replied the Poison Dragon Master.
"If we find the Vermilion Bird Pestle, she won't need to speak," Dong Yan laughed.
"She can avoid all the restrictive mechanisms and knows how to steal the Vermilion Bird Pestle. She must have been guided by a master. Otherwise, I won't be able to eat or sleep if I don't get her to talk!" the Poison Dragon Master said coldly.
After the Poison Dragon Master and his four disciples left separately, Liu Qingping thought Li Xiangdong would come to her rescue. Unexpectedly, he only released Liu Qingping's speech acupoint and then pulled her out of the valley.
"Master, you...you don't want Yao Fengzhu?" Liu Qingping murmured. She knew that Yao Fengzhu was suffering a fate worse than death in Li Xiangdong's hands, but seeing her suffer like this, she couldn't bear it.
"What are you so busy with?" Li Xiangdong sneered. "If I hadn't also known the Wedding Dress Divine Skill, you would have been the one bitten by the fire ants."
"Thank you, Master." Liu Qingping wiped her sweat and bowed her head in thanks, secretly thinking that Li Xiangdong actually knew the Poison Dragon Master's Wedding Dress Divine Skill, so the two must have some connection.
When Liu Qingping saw Yao Fengzhu again, she couldn't imagine how much suffering she had endured.
After a day and a night, Yao Fengzhu's numbness should have been lifted. At this moment, she was still hanging naked in mid-air, her bodice askew, one full and firm breast completely exposed. The fleshy mounds were swollen like inflated little balls, and there were two bruised black finger marks on the tender white flesh, which must have been left by the Poison Dragon Master.
Her once mysterious lower abdomen and groin were now glistening with an eerie sheen, oily and soaked. The dark, soft silk clung to her tender skin, and her tightly closed labia seemed to tremble. Glistening droplets of water gathered between her pink labia, and when they were nearly full, they dripped down with a "plop," mingling with the water on the floor. Yao
Fengzhu's face was flushed crimson, her eyes languid and seductive. She opened her cherry-like mouth, panting softly, occasionally letting out seductive moans. Her beautiful legs swayed weakly in mid-air, as if enduring immense suffering. Liu Qingping,
having practiced evil arts and experienced the burning desire and arousal of passion, could easily imagine the intense itching Yao Fengzhu had suffered from the fire ant bites, causing her such torment. She felt a pang of guilt; if she hadn't mistakenly used Yao Fengzhu's handkerchief, she wouldn't have been subjected to such torment.
The Poison Dragon Master and the Four Beauties entered!
Seeing the wetness beneath Yao Fengzhu, Xia Yan exclaimed, "That slut peed again!"
"She already peed this morning, and hasn't drunk any water all day, it should be vaginal fluid," Dong Yan chuckled.
"How can there be so much vaginal fluid?" Chun Yan said incredulously.
"Of course there is! Didn't you have a lot of vaginal fluid last night?" Qiu Yan sneered.
"Yes, you didn't drown, did you?" Chun Yan retorted.
"You filthy bitch, how much more suffering do you want to endure before you hand over the Vermilion Bird Pestle?" Poison Dragon Master walked up to Yao Fengzhu, grabbing her hair and asking.
"...No...I didn't!" Yao Fengzhu gasped.
"Master, she must not have suffered enough yet. Let the fire ants bite her a few more times, and see if she'll talk," Xia Yan said venomously.
"No...no...I didn't...Oh God...why don't you kill me!" Yao Fengzhu cried out in terror.
"Fire ants again?" Dong Yan sneered. "Let's try something new."
"She's suffered enough. It's time to let her have some fun." Poison Dragon Master opened her wet, fleshy lips and said, "Look!"
"Why is it so swollen?" Qiu Yan exclaimed, "Did the fire ants bite it?"
Liu Qingping's sharp eyes caught sight of the spring scenery inside the fleshy cave, and she was also shocked. It turned out that Yao Fengzhu's clitoris had swelled up a lot, like a small egg, lying across her jade passage. However, the other places bitten by fire ants showed no abnormalities, which was strange.
"You could say that." Poison Dragon Master stretched out his finger and poked it into the wet cave. When his finger touched the tender flesh, Yao Fengzhu was struck as if by lightning. She groaned in pain, and her delicate body hanging in the air twisted uncontrollably.
"Is this the aftereffect of being bitten by fire ants?" Chun Yan asked curiously.
“That’s right. After the fire ants bite the clitoris, the poison is hard to get rid of, so it will automatically grow larger and become extremely sensitive, making it particularly easy for her to reach orgasm. As long as she can get an erection, even an eighty-year-old man can satisfy her.” Poison Dragon Master explained, while his fingers continued to thrust in and out of the cave.
“Isn’t that interesting?” Dong Yan said shamelessly.
“Multiple orgasms are certainly interesting, but too much of a good thing can be bad. If it goes on and on, it will be torture.” Poison Dragon Master increased his speed, his fingers deliberately teasing the fragrant flesh.
“Ah…stop…no…ah…ah ah…!” Yao Fengzhu cried out in a frenzy.
“Especially her…” Poison Dragon Master didn’t finish speaking when Yao Fengzhu suddenly screamed, her flat belly trembled violently, and then she gasped for breath as if she had lost all strength.
“Especially her, she’s already a born slut, and now she’s even more vulnerable to the ravages of time. Any man could make her feel like she’s dying and coming back to life. What’s pleasurable for others is unbearable suffering for her!” Poison Dragon Master withdrew his finger, and a gush of white semen immediately gushed out.
“Really?” Chunyan exclaimed excitedly, “Let me try!”
“…No… Waaah… Don’t touch me… Please don’t…!” Yao Fengzhu watched as Poison Dragon Master stepped aside, and Chunyan followed suit, her slender fingers mercilessly plunging into her vagina, causing her to cry out in anguish.
"Wouldn't it be better to have more fun?" Poison Dragon Master chuckled wickedly. "Starting today, I will rape you every day, and I will torture you to my heart's content with the most lewd and sadistic methods. Let's see how much suffering you can endure!"
"No... Waaah... Ah... I... I really don't have the Vermilion Bird Pestle... Ah... Stop... Don't do it anymore... Spare me!" Yao Fengzhu cried out in anguish. Under Chunyan's digging, an annoying tingling and numbness arose in her uterus, but she could
n't distinguish between pain and pleasure. "Old Poison Dragon, bullying a woman like this, you have quite the refined taste!" Just then, someone burst into laughter, and the tall and elegant Li Xiangdong appeared in the courtyard. Behind him was a girl wearing a purple-red tight-fitting outfit with a ferocious appearance. The clothes clung to her curvaceous and delicate body like skin, making her look even more eerie and terrifying.
"Li Xiangdong, what are you doing here?" Poison Dragon Master asked warily. It seemed that the two knew each other.
"Ah... I'm dead... I can't take it anymore...!" Before Li Xiangdong could answer, Yao Fengzhu screamed repeatedly, having climaxed again.
"What are you doing? It's revenge, of course. The Jiangdu Sect is one of the Nine Gangs and Thirteen Sects. I originally planned to settle the score for their annihilation today." Li Xiangdong sneered, "But I didn't expect Old Poison Dragon to overstep his bounds and meddle in other people's business. Not only did he wipe out the Jiangdu Sect, but he also punished their leader like this."
"Doesn't this save you a lot of trouble?" Poison Dragon Master snorted.
Liu Qingping, who had already transformed into the Demoness of Lust, suddenly realized that Li Xiangdong was truly cunning. He had used her to steal Poison Dragon Master's Vermilion Bird Pestle, deliberately framing Yao Fengzhu, using her as a tool to kill without bloodshed, and making the Jiangdu Sect disappear without lifting a finger. It was truly chilling.
"I thought you were planning to return to your sect." Li Xiangdong said with a sly smile.
"I have slaughtered over 830 members of the Jiangdu Sect, young and old, for you, thus erasing your name from the martial arts world. All past grievances are now settled. The Asura Sect and I are even, so don't bring it up again," said the Poison Dragon Master in a deep voice. "Nonsense!
Once you join the sect, you're a member, dead or alive. Have you ever heard of anyone escaping the Asura Sect?" Li Xiangdong retorted. "As the sect leader, I, Li Xiangdong, will not tolerate a traitor like you living. A place has been reserved for you in the Prison of Lust. If you don't surrender yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Li Xiangdong, last time I let you walk out of the Poison Dragon Temple with your head held high, only out of respect for the former sect leader. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" the Poison Dragon Master sneered.
"What do you know!" Li Xiangdong calmly crafted a jade staff over three feet long and said, "Old Poison Dragon, would you like to taste the power of the Xuanwu Staff?!"
"What Xuanwu Staff?" Poison Dragon Master Chen Fu blocked in front of him, astonished, "How come it seems to originate from the same source as the Vermilion Bird Pestle?"
"Our sect has countless rare treasures, how could a traitor like you know anything about them?" Li Xiangdong said arrogantly.
Liu Qingping had never heard of the Xuanwu Staff before. Seeing the jade staff in Li Xiangdong's hand, the material and texture were no different from the Vermilion Bird Pestle. Then she remembered that the Vermilion Bird Pestle could be sized at will, and guessed that Li Xiangdong must have used sorcery to change the shape of the Vermilion Bird Pestle so that Poison Dragon Master could not recognize it.
Although Yao Fengzhu had suffered a lot of torment, she was a martial artist after all, and her physique was far superior to that of ordinary people. The itching caused by the fire ants gradually subsided. After this period of rest, her mind had mostly returned to normal. Seeing the two of them at each other's throats, she didn't know whether to be surprised or happy.
To their astonishment, this handsome young man was actually the leader of the Asura Sect, their sect's sworn enemy. If they fell into his hands, they would likely face certain death. However, they were pleased by his calm and unfathomable demeanor. Perhaps they could use his power to kill the evil Daoist Poison Dragon and avenge those who had perished in their sect's deaths. Then they could die without regret.
"Form the formation!" Poison Dragon Master waved his whisk, and the Four Beauties immediately leaped around him, setting up a formidable array.
"Qingping, these four women are yours. Kill them all, leave no one alive!" Li Xiangdong said grimly.
This was Liu Qingping's first time fighting since practicing her evil arts. She quickly drew her sword, channeling her Myriad Wonders Maiden Skill, her heart brimming with killing intent. The Four Beauties were infamous, and witnessing their wicked deeds only fueled her desire to rid the martial world of this scourge.
"Attack!" Li Xiangdong swung his jade staff horizontally, its tip bursting with red light. For some reason, the Four Beauties' vision blurred, and they lost sight of him.
Liu Qingping seized the opportunity to pounce, her longsword circling as she swiftly thrust at Chunyan.
The Four Beauties' martial arts were naturally formidable. Qiuyan used a diversionary tactic, neutralizing Liu Qingping's attack. The other three immediately surrounded her, and a fierce battle ensued.
At this moment, Li Xiangdong also engaged the Poison Dragon Master. His jade staff moved like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, each move dangerous and swift, leaving the Poison Dragon Master drenched in sweat and utterly powerless to retaliate.
Still dangling in mid-air, Yao Fengzhu naturally hoped Li Xiangdong would win. Watching the battle nervously, she realized that Poison Dragon Master's martial arts were far superior to her expectations. Although at a disadvantage, he was still adept at both offense and defense, parrying Li Xiangdong's fierce attacks one by one. She felt a pang of despair, knowing that she had no hope of revenge in this lifetime.
Poison Dragon Master had initially underestimated this young man, but the more they fought, the more alarmed he became. The jade staff in Li Xiangdong's hand seemed to be constantly restraining his whisk. If the fight continued, he feared for his life. With a thought, he took out a box filled with fire ants and hurled it at Li Xiangdong.
Li Xiangdong coldly snorted, his jade staff billowing in his sleeve, catching several swiftly approaching fire ants. Simultaneously, the jade staff emitted a burst of red light, flashing towards Poison Dragon Master, while he himself leaped into the air, swooping down like a large bird.
Knowing the gravity of the situation, Master Poison Dragon hurriedly chanted an incantation, summoning black mist around him for protection.
His whisk, however, flew from his hand, shooting like an arrow towards Li Xiangdong in mid-air. Li Xiangdong remained calm, flicking his jade staff to knock the whisk to the ground. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the jade staff unleashed a flurry of attacks.
These moves were so swift and dazzling that Yao Fengzhu was completely overwhelmed, unable to discern the two masters' techniques. She only heard Master Poison Dragon roar, and the courtyard was instantly shrouded in black mist, obscuring everything.
When the black mist dissipated, Li Xiangdong stood proudly, staff in hand, Master Poison Dragon's whisk remaining before him. Master Poison Dragon had clearly fled. Meanwhile, Liu Qingping was pulling a longsword from Xia Yan's chest, while the other three women had vanished without a trace.
Li Xiangdong walked to Liu Qingping's side, his jade staff waving in the air a few times as he pointed, saying, "If you had done it this way with your sword just now, attacking Dongyan first, then turning your sword to stab Qiuyan, they wouldn't have been able to escape, and the lewd prison could have gained two more girls."
Liu Qingping was surprised that he had time to pay attention to her battle situation even in the midst of the fierce fighting; he was truly unfathomable. Then, she thought of something and couldn't help but cry out in alarm, her long sword pointing at Xia Yan's corpse, unable to speak.
"She's gone in." Li Xiangdong nodded, turning to look at Yao Fengzhu, and said, "Do you want to live or die?"
"Please, grant me a sword strike!" Yao Fengzhu cried out, realizing that Li Xiangdong's eyes were fixed on her naked lower body, and she wished she could die immediately.
"If you die, there will be no one to avenge the Jiangdu Sect." Li Xiangdong chuckled.
"You...you won't kill me?" Yao Fengzhu asked in surprise.
"The Jiangdu Sect has already been wiped out of the martial arts world, so killing you or not makes no difference. Besides..." Li Xiangdong stepped forward and said, "...it would be a pity to kill a beautiful girl like you."
"You..." Yao Fengzhu was in turmoil, unsure of what to say. An unbearable tingling sensation rose from her lower abdomen, making her dizzy and disoriented.
"Old Poison Dragon first killed your father and husband, then slaughtered over eight hundred people in the entire valley, wiping out the Jiangdu Sect and ruining your reputation. The hatred runs deep. Don't you want revenge?" Li Xiangdong said coldly.
"How can I get revenge?" Yao Fengzhu said sadly. Of course, she wanted revenge, but she knew she was no match for Poison Dragon Master.
"If you join our sect, that will do," Li Xiangdong smiled. "As long as you can abandon this body and learn our sect's extraordinary skills and secret techniques, you can even personally kill your enemies."
"Join the sect?" Although Yao Fengzhu hated Poison Dragon Master to the bone, joining the wicked Asura Sect for revenge was too high a price to pay.
"Not bad." Li Xiangdong took out a handkerchief and wiped her filthy vulva, saying, "Only disciples of our sect can learn extraordinary skills and secret arts to help you kill your enemies. Using your broken body to serve our sect as the price for revenge is quite a good deal."
"No...don't touch me...no!" Yao Fengzhu screamed. Putting aside how lewd and cruel the Asura Sect was, just being humiliated by this man was already unbearable for her.
"What is there to cherish about this broken body?" Li Xiangdong laughed, "In your current state, do you think you can still live?"
"Kill me...waaaah...I don't want to live anymore...!" Yao Fengzhu cried out loudly.
"Do you think death will end everything?" Li Xiangdong chuckled, "When people die, they go to hell. Do you want to go to hell?"
"Go to hell then...waaaah...kill me!" Yao Fengzhu screamed.
“Very well, I’ll trouble myself to accompany you.” Li Xiangdong sighed. “Qingping, do you want to go down for a walk?”
“No, I won’t go!” Liu Qingping cried out in terror, knowing that Li Xiangdong was going to take Yao Fengzhu to the Prison of Lust.
“You’ve already seen it all, so it’s fine if you don’t go.” Li Xiangdong laughed loudly. “Then burn this place to the ground, and then go back to the palace and wait for me.”
“Disciple obeys!” Liu Qingping bowed and agreed. When she looked up again, Li Xiangdong and Yao Fengzhu had already disappeared. [Episode 1 , Chapter 3: The Lustful

Witch] After returning to the Demon Palace, Liu Qingping hadn’t even had time to change her clothes when she heard Yao Fengzhu’s mournful cries coming from the void. Then, in a flash, Li Xiangdong and Yao Fengzhu suddenly appeared in front of her. Yao Fengzhu’s eyes were lifeless, her face was as pale as paper, and she was still completely naked. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she collapsed to the ground with a thud, as if she was still in a state of extreme shock. "You've already traversed hell, do you still want to go down?" Li Xiangdong asked, comfortably leaning back on the soft couch. "No... Waaah... I don't want to go!" Yao Fengzhu collapsed to the ground, one hand covering her chest, the other clasped between her legs, crying out in terror. Amidst her sobs, her hands frantically kneaded and squeezed, indicating that the lustful poison was still raging within her. "After you die, whether you like it or not, you will inevitably go down there, and from then on, day and night, you will be endlessly raped, never to be reborn." Li Xiangdong's voice seemed to come from hell. "No... No... That's not true... Waaah... You're lying to me!" Yao Fengzhu cried out. "You experienced it firsthand, heard and saw it, how could it be fake?" Li Xiangdong chuckled strangely, "Although Xia Yan's physical body is dead, she was still fucked to the point of death by the Nine-Tailed Flying Dragon in hell, you haven't forgotten, have you?" "I...!" Yao Fengzhu seemed to recall those terrifying scenes, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, her whole body trembling. "Didn't Old Poison Dragon wipe out the Jiangdu Sect? Why were those men shouting that the sect leader was coming?" Li Xiangdong continued cruelly, "Also, that skinny young man called you 'sister,' is he your younger brother?" "He...!" Yao Fengzhu's face turned ashen, but she remained silent. "Also, is that tall, burly man your uncle? There are more men than women in Hell, they suffer terribly. After you go down there, you can be with them forever." Li Xiangdong chuckled.

"No, stop talking...!" Yao Fengzhu's pretty face contorted in pain as she cried out.
"So, do you want to live?" Li Xiangdong asked with a smile.
"I...I...!" Yao Fengzhu certainly didn't want to go to hell, but she dared not imagine the consequences of living.
"Is it still itchy?" Li Xiangdong asked with a grin.
"Itchy...ah...help me...!" Even before Li Xiangdong asked, Yao Fengzhu felt as if insects were crawling all over her body, and her vulva was unbearably itchy. She couldn't help but push her finger, which was between her legs, into her wet, fleshy opening.
"Bring her up!" Li Xiangdong ordered.
Liu Qingping didn't dare to delay and immediately, along with two maids, lifted Yao Fengzhu from the ground and placed her in Li Xiangdong's arms.
“The fire ant's venom has seeped into your very bones, it can't be driven away!” Li Xiangdong spread Yao Fengzhu's pink legs, his fingers playing with her plump, red lips, saying, “From now on, you will suffer the torment of lust day and night.”
“It itches so much… go in… ah… harder…!” Yao Fengzhu pressed tightly against Li Xiangdong's strange hand, crying out in ecstasy.
“Is this any better?” Li Xiangdong stretched out his finger, probing into her tear-streaked vulva.
“Yes… ah… go in again… no… don't stop!” Yao Fengzhu cried out in agony.
“When you urinate your vaginal fluids, some of the venom will also be released at the same time, so it won't itch as much,” Li Xiangdong said, digging vigorously, “but it's only temporary relief, the venom will return soon.”
“Ah… ah ah… it's coming… ah…!” Yao Fengzhu suddenly twisted her body wildly, then let out a long howl, and collapsed into Li Xiangdong's arms, panting heavily.
Knowing that Yao Fengzhu had already climaxed, Liu Qingping, without waiting for Li Xiangdong's instructions, quickly offered her a snow-white handkerchief.
Li Xiangdong leisurely withdrew his fingers, took the handkerchief, and first wiped Yao Fengzhu's face a few times, then wiped away the vaginal fluid flowing from her vulva.
Liu Qingping's heart skipped a beat; she knew Li Xiangdong was collecting materials to make the Yuanming Heart Lamp, and this poor girl would henceforth be under his control.
"Find another fragrant handkerchief to stuff into her cunt," Li Xiangdong said
, putting away the handkerchief in his hand. Liu Qingping quickly took another plain handkerchief and stuffed it into Yao Fengzhu's vagina, noticing that the frighteningly large clitoris had shrunk considerably, knowing that the lustful poison had been released.
Yao Fengzhu didn't move, silently shedding tears as she was manipulated. As the itching subsided, her mind cleared considerably, and thinking of her shameless cries just now, she felt a heart-wrenching pain, even more painful than when the lustful poison was acting up.
“Looking at you now, even if you survive, you'll still end up as a prostitute,” Li Xiangdong sneered. “Fortunately, your clitoris is particularly large, so while it may be vulnerable to rough treatment, it's also easy for you to reach orgasm. Any man can give you a good itch.”
“No… I won’t be a prostitute!” Yao Fengzhu screamed, knowing in her heart that Li Xiangdong was right. If the lustful poison took effect, she wouldn’t be able to control herself.
“That’s not up to you,” Li Xiangdong chuckled. “You were born a slut. After becoming a widow, your lust has nowhere to go, and with the fire ant’s lustful poison, you might even actively rape men!”
“…No… no!” Yao Fengzhu cried.
“Let me tell you, only I can suppress the fire ant’s lustful poison for you. If you don’t join our sect, even if you become a prostitute, you’ll still suffer when there are no clients,” Li Xiangdong said coldly.
“Join our sect…?” Yao Fengzhu had to reconsider joining this evil sect.
“If you don’t join our sect, I’ll send you to the Hell of Lust. When you have time, watch how your uncles, brothers, and those lecherous ghosts itch you. It’ll be quite interesting,” Li Xiangdong chuckled.
“No!” Yao Fengzhu cried out, tears streaming down her face. “I’ll join the sect…!”
“You won’t be allowed to refuse,” Li Xiangdong laughed loudly. “Qingping, take her to bathe, then come back and await orders.”
Yao Fengzhu, filled with bitterness, followed Liu Qingping into the bathhouse. Inside was a white jade bathtub the size of a pond, large enough to hold several people. Steam filled the tub, which was already filled with hot water.
“…” Liu Qingping silently chanted a spell, and her witch’s armor vanished instantly, leaving her naked before Yao Fengzhu.
“You…!” Yao Fengzhu recoiled in shock, never expecting this hideous witch to be such a stunning beauty. She didn’t even have time to wonder how she had removed her crimson armor.
"My name is Liu Qingping, the Love Demoness of the Asura Cult," Liu Qingping introduced herself. "Before joining the cult, I was from the Bashan Sect."
"Bashan... but... but the Ruthless Flying Phoenix Liu Qingping...?" Yao Fengzhu exclaimed in disbelief.
"That's all in the past," Liu Qingping said expressionlessly.
"How did you end up joining the cult...?" Yao Fengzhu asked incredulously.
"Didn't you join the cult too?" Liu Qingping sighed. "Hurry up and take a bath, don't keep the cult leader waiting."
Seeing Liu Qingping's sorrowful expression, Yao Fengzhu realized that she had also been forced into the cult. Not daring to ask any more questions, she simply pulled out the handkerchief tucked into her vulva and followed Qingping into the bath.
"Here, you must accept everything passively. The cult leader's words are orders, so don't anger him," Liu Qingping advised thoughtfully.
"But... oh...!" Yao Fengzhu only managed to say one sentence before her face suddenly turned pale, and tears streamed down her face.
"Are you... itchy again...?" Liu Qingping noticed Yao Fengzhu's delicate hand reaching down to her abdomen and asked anxiously.
"Waaah... yes... waaah... how can I live...?" Yao Fengzhu cried out in grief, her delicate hand fiercely kneading between her thighs.
"Bear with it, the leader will definitely heal you," Liu Qingping said sympathetically.
"What if I'm healed... I'm still... waaah... caught between life and death...!" Yao Fengzhu sobbed uncontrollably.
"It's no use crying now, what can we do, we're just unlucky!" Liu Qingping's eyes reddened, and she said, "Hurry up and wash."
Yao Fengzhu didn't want to wash quickly, but her vulva was getting itchier and itchy, so she couldn't care less and stretched out her slender fingers to insert into her vulva.
Liu Qingping felt sad and guilty. If she hadn't mistakenly used Yao Fengzhu's handkerchief, she wouldn't have been injured by the fire ants and fallen into this sea of suffering.
Although Yao Fengzhu had no experience with masturbation, she understood the key after being repeatedly violated and abused. When her fingers touched the swollen clitoris, her uterus immediately felt a wonderful tingling sensation. She dared not be careless and continued to gently tease and rub. Before long, the tingling sensation spread throughout her body, and she couldn't help but moan softly. Her legs felt weak and unsteady, as if she couldn't stand. If Liu Qingping hadn't caught her from behind in time, she would have fallen into the water.
"Ah...ah ah!" She didn't know how it happened, but Yao Fengzhu suddenly felt an unbearable tingling sensation filling her uterus, then it erupted like a volcano, screaming and collapsing into Liu Qingping's arms, panting heavily.
"Are you feeling any better?" Liu Qingping asked with concern.
"I...I...am I...shameless...?" Yao Fengzhu said, tears streaming down her face.
"No, no, it's all my fault...!" Liu Qingping seemed to hear Li Xiangdong's cold snort in her ear, her heart trembled, and she dared not continue. She changed her words, saying, "You...you lean on me and rest for a while, let me bathe you."
"Thank you...!" Although Yao Fengzhu was skilled in martial arts, her mind and body had been ravaged these past two days, and she was at her limit. She could no longer hold on and could only thank her sadly, letting Liu Qingping wash her body.
After the two women quickly finished washing, Liu Qingping helped Yao Fengzhu out of the bath. After drying her body, she took a colorful handkerchief and wrapped it around her waist.
"We...we're not wearing clothes?" Yao Fengzhu asked shyly, seeing that Liu Qingping also had a colorful handkerchief wrapped around her waist.
"We're not allowed to wear clothes in the palace, and besides, whatever you wear, you'll eventually have to take it off," Liu Qingping said sadly.
With Liu Qingping's support, Yao Fengzhu staggered back to the Demon Palace and knelt before Li Xiangdong.
"Take off the handkerchief!" Li Xiangdong said coldly, "Qingping is right, whatever you wear, you'll eventually have to take it off."
Liu Qingping knew that Li Xiangdong was incredibly powerful, and it was no surprise that he was using sorcery to spy on her.
Yao Fengzhu, however, was terrified. She thought that Li Xiangdong had eavesdropped on her and Liu Qingping's conversation, but she didn't know if he had seen her shameful act of masturbation. She realized that her body had no mystery in this man's eyes; he had not only seen it but also touched it at will. It seemed that she could not escape the fate of being violated. She could only suppress her shame and untie the handkerchief from her waist.
"Yao Fengzhu, listen carefully!" Li Xiangdong cleared his throat and said, "Disciples of this sect must absolutely obey the sect leader's orders, regardless of life, death, honor, or disgrace, and do their utmost. If there is any mistake, punishment will be given according to the severity of the matter. The most severe punishment is being thrown into the Prison of Lust, to be forever entertained by lewd ghosts, understand?"
"Disciple...disciple understands!" Yao Fengzhu had no choice but to agree with tears in her eyes.
"Very good. I will refine the Yuanming Heart Lamp for you as a ceremony for joining the sect." Li Xiangdong said in a deep voice, "The Yuanming Heart Lamp is used to ensure the loyalty of disciples of this sect. If you betray this sect, even if you are thousands of miles away, I can take your life and throw you into the Prison of Lust."
"Disciple dares not!" Yao Fengzhu replied aggrievedly.
"Come here and sit here." Li Xiangdong pointed to the square table beside him.
Liu Qingping secretly wondered why Li Xiangdong had already obtained the materials to make the Yuanming Heart Lamp.
Yao Fengzhu reluctantly stood up, one hand pressed against her chest, the other covering her lower abdomen, and walked shyly to the table. Unexpectedly, Li Xiangdong made her climb onto the table, half-squatting, half-sitting, her hands supporting her spread knees, her private parts completely exposed to the light.
"Get the scissors!" Li Xiangdong shouted.
One maid immediately brought scissors, while another maid placed a snow-white handkerchief under Yao Fengzhu's abdomen, seemingly prepared beforehand.
"First, I need a little bit of hair..." Li Xiangdong cut off a lock of hair, placed it on a handkerchief, and then moved it down, stroking her smooth, silky belly without an ounce of excess fat, asking, "Besides your dead husband, have you slept with any other men?"
"..." Yao Fengzhu was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. How could she speak? She could only sadly shake her head as an answer, secretly thinking that although the Poison Dragon Master had indulged in his lust, he hadn't been able to defile her. But her still relatively pure body was about to be ruined.
"Did your husband fuck you well?" Li Xiangdong brazenly pressed his erect penis against her peach-like triangle, cutting off a tuft of dark pubic hair. When his fingers touched the warm mound of flesh, he heard Yao Fengzhu's soft moans, which excited him even more.
How could Yao Fengzhu answer? The image of her deceased husband, Gu Buping, reappeared in her mind. The days of their honeymoon were still vivid in her memory.
Although Gu Buping was a brute, he was gentle and considerate towards her, showering her with affection. On their wedding night, she not only escaped the pain of losing her virginity but also experienced the ultimate pleasure, finding it irresistible. Alas, less than three months into their marriage, she was tragically killed by the Poison Dragon Master, leaving her alone and suffering the torment of sleeping alone.
Recalling the joyful times with Gu Buping, Yao Fengzhu blushed and her heart pounded. At that moment, Li Xiangdong's fingers moved like shuttles, roaming between her thighs, teasing her delicate labia. His middle finger deliberately pressed against a rosy tinge, as if trying to force its way in.
"Master!" Yao Fengzhu cried out in fear, yet dared not flinch.
"Is it itchy inside?" Li Xiangdong asked with a smirk.
"…!" Yao Fengzhu stammered, unable to answer. She did feel itchy, fearing the aphrodisiac was about to take effect again.
"Have you checked your clitoris?" Li Xiangdong withdrew his hand and asked.
“…” Yao Fengzhu shook her head in reply.
“Then let’s take a look.” Li Xiangdong chuckled, “Open your cunt and see clearly.”
At this moment, Liu Qingping understood Li Xiangdong’s intentions. He was deliberately humiliating this poor beauty, looking for an excuse to commit violence. As long as Yao Fengzhu resisted even slightly, she would suffer a terrible fate, just like when she first fell into his clutches.
“I…!” Yao Fengzhu’s face flushed red and then turned pale, not knowing what to do. She stole a glance and saw Liu Qingping’s anxious expression and her blinking vigorously. She understood that Liu Qingping wanted her to obey. Helplessly, she gritted her teeth and carefully opened her tender labia, looking down. Sure enough, there was a cherry-like fleshy bud in her vagina, glistening with moisture, which looked quite strange.
“Qingping, let her see your clitoris too.” Li Xiangdong turned his head and said.
Liu Qingping dared not delay. She quickly pulled off the colorful handkerchief from her waist, leaned against Li Xiangdong, raised her pink legs high in the air, and forcefully opened her two pink labia wide.
Yao Fengzhu was horrified. She never expected that this chivalrous woman, known for her ruthlessness in the martial arts world, would be so submissive. It seemed that she had completely succumbed to Li Xiangdong's lewd power.
"Look..." Li Xiangdong pointed and said, "That is her clitoris. Although it is the size of a red bean now, it will enlarge when aroused, but it is never as big as yours. When the lustful poison takes effect, your clitoris will be as big as a chicken egg, blocking the vagina. When a man's penis is inserted, it will penetrate straight into the clitoris, making you feel like you are dying of pleasure."
Li Xiangdong spoke eloquently, making Yao Fengzhu feel even more caught between life and death. It seemed that even if she forced herself to live, she would still sink into the sea of lust, not only ashamed of her deceased husband, but also disgracing her ancestors.
"Master, is there no way to save her?" Liu Qingping asked curiously.
"Luckily, I also have the Vermilion Bird Pestle!" Li Xiangdong laughed.
"Master, save me!" Yao Fengzhu cried out, feeling the annoying tingling sensation rising from her lower abdomen again. She was terrified and no longer surprised that the Vermilion Bird Pestle had fallen into Li Xiangdong's hands.
"As long as you listen to me, there is still hope." Li Xiangdong put Liu Qingping down and said.
"I will... I will definitely listen!" Yao Fengzhu cried out urgently.
"Very good. From now on, you are the Lustful Witch of this sect." Li Xiangdong said with satisfaction: "Take the battle armor!"
The Lustful Battle Armor was fiery red, just like Qingping's purplish-red Lustful Battle Armor. It was also a few soft and thin pieces of cloth, tied to the important parts of the body with straps. After Li Xiangdong chanted the incantation, somehow, it turned into a strange fiery red battle armor, covering Yao Fengzhu from head to toe.
Yao Fengzhu felt like she was dreaming, but the facts were undeniable, and she couldn't deny it. Looking down, she found nothing had changed; her chest and lower abdomen remained unchanged, still covered by those thin, gauze-like pieces of cloth. Though not completely exposed, they were subtly visible, exuding an irresistible allure.
"Master, how could this be?" Liu Qingping, who had also noticed, asked in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Li Xiangdong chuckled, grabbed a pair of scissors, and swiftly stabbed them into Yao Fengzhu's chest. The speed was like the wind; before Yao Fengzhu could react, her left breast was pierced.
The force of the scissors' attack sent Yao Fengzhu flying several feet away. She knew she was doomed, but to her surprise, she felt no pain in her chest. Not only was there no bleeding from the stab wound, but the gauze remained completely intact.
"Master…!" Only then could Liu Qingping finally cry out in alarm.
"The Lustful Battle Suit is also impervious to blades and spears, just a bit prettier, isn't it?" Li Xiangdong laughed heartily.
"How can I face anyone like this...?!" Yao Fengzhu cried out anxiously, still shaken.
"Why can't you be seen by people? Besides, the Lustful Witch rarely wins through martial arts!" Li Xiangdong sneered.
Yao Fengzhu had a bad feeling, but she didn't ask how the Lustful Witch fought. Besides being intimidated by Li Xiangdong's cold face, she was also because the lustful poison had suddenly intensified, and her body was unbearably itchy. In a moment of carelessness, she reached down to her abdomen, only to find that the thin gauze had become as hard as steel and couldn't move an inch.
"Remember these incantations." Li Xiangdong seemed not to have seen her and continued to teach her the incantations for dressing and undressing.
Yao Fengzhu gritted her teeth and tried twice, but the lustful poison was becoming more and more severe. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore. After taking off her battle clothes for the last time, she ignored Li Xiangdong's shouts and fell to the ground, digging wildly into her vulva with her fingers.
"Don't dig!" Li Xiangdong snorted coldly, releasing two wisps of wind from his fingers to seal the Jianjing acupoints on Yao Fengzhu's arms, rendering her immobile. "Bring her here."
"Waaah... Help me... I'm so itchy...!" Yao Fengzhu lay prone on the ground, twisting her waist and crying out. But she could only twist twice before Liu Qingping picked her up and carried her to the square table beside Li Xiangdong.
"Is it itchy?" Li Xiangdong spread Yao Fengzhu's pink legs together and asked.
"Yes... Waaah... Master... I can't take it anymore...!" Yao Fengzhu screamed.
"Do you want me to use my cock to relieve your itch?" Li Xiangdong stared at her dripping, wet hole and said.
"I... I... I want it!" After struggling several times, Yao Fengzhu finally screamed like a madwoman, "Give it to me quickly... Waaah... It's so itchy...!"
"I don't have a cock, will this work?" Li Xiangdong took out the Vermilion Bird Pestle, which had returned to its original form, and waved it in front of Yao Fengzhu.
"...Hurry...hurry!" Through her teary eyes, the Vermilion Bird Pestle in Li Xiangdong's hand seemed exceptionally large and thick, making Yao Fengzhu's heart pound with fear. However, the unbearable itching in her vulva made her disregard everything else.
Liu Qingping knew that the Vermilion Bird Pestle could change size at will, but she wasn't worried about Yao Fengzhu. She was just puzzled that Li Xiangdong hadn't taken the opportunity to commit adultery, but instead used this demonic object instead.
"Do you know how lewd you are?" Li Xiangdong said, rubbing one end of the Vermilion Bird Pestle against Yao Fengzhu's cracked vulva.
"I...waaaah...yes...I'm a harlot...!" Yao Fengzhu said pitifully, her lower abdomen burning, which seemed to greatly reduce the itching and numbness in her body.
“Right, you were born a harlot. You forcibly suppressed your lustful desires with worldly morality and etiquette, but the fire ants' aphrodisiac made them uncontrollable. The acquired constraints melted away like snow, revealing your true nature.” Li Xiangdong continued to torment her. “Even if you weren’t harmed by the fire ants, as time passed, you couldn’t overcome your innate lust, and you would still end up cheating.”
“No… I wouldn’t!” Yao Fengzhu choked out.
“Ask yourself honestly, after your husband died, did you ever think about men in your midnight dreams?” Li Xiangdong chuckled. “Also, did you often toss and turn at night, your heart filled with desire, even producing vaginal fluids? Did you ever think of your dead husband and yearn for the pleasures of love when you saw a young and strong man?”
“I… I…!” Yao Fengzhu was speechless, only admitting that she was truly born harlotting and didn’t know that these were all normal physiological phenomena for a young woman.
“Your dead husband must have given you a lot of pleasure, didn’t he?” Li Xiangdong asked with a smile.
"Yes..." Yao Fengzhu blurted out, but thinking of matters of the bedroom, how could she speak of them? Her face flushed red, and she immediately stopped.
"Because you're a born slut, any man who can get his head up can satisfy you, even bring you to multiple orgasms." Li Xiangdong's Vermilion Bird Pestle left her vulva, pointing at her slightly sunken navel, saying, "The truth is, it only temporarily suppresses the surging desire. Before long, you'll want men again, won't you?"
"..." Yao Fengzhu didn't know how to answer. The emptiness in her lower abdomen made her feel restless and uncomfortable.
"After your husband died, you must have been thinking about him all day long, your mind filled with his big cock, right?" Li Xiangdong said with a sly smile.
"Yes...yes!" Yao Fengzhu breathed heavily, the desire in her body seemed to be getting out of control again.
"Because you're a born harlot, temporary satisfaction only makes you want men more. You can't go a day without a man!" Li Xiangdong said in a deep voice.
"Yes...I'm a slut...Give me...I want...!" If her hands weren't restrained by pressure points, Yao Fengzhu would have reached down to her abdomen.
"What does this little slut want?" Li Xiangdong said coldly.
"I want...I want...Give me!" Yao Fengzhu cried out, her face flushed.
"If you don't say it, you'll be itching to death!" Li Xiangdong pressed.
"I...this little slut...want...want a cock...!" Yao Fengzhu finally succumbed to her boiling lust and cried out in despair.
"That's right, what's wrong with a little slut wanting a big cock?" Li Xiangdong laughed, raising his hand to release the pressure points on Yao Fengzhu's hands, and pressed the Vermilion Bird Pestle against her vulva.
"...Master...you...you save me...!" For some reason, Yao Fengzhu seemed to feel less uncomfortable at this moment.
"The Vermilion Bird Pestle should be able to replace a man's cock." Li Xiangdong tightened his grip, forcibly squeezing the Vermilion Bird Pestle between her wet labia.
"Oh...!" Yao Fengzhu let out a soft moan, feeling as if her lower body was being torn apart. Perhaps due to the effects of the aphrodisiac, the tearing pain was nothing compared to the unbearable itching. She even braced herself with her hands, arching her back to meet it.
"Is it beautiful?" Li Xiangdong asked, stopping. The Vermilion Bird Pestle had only gone in a small section; most of it remained outside Yao Fengzhu's body, a strange and terrifying sight.
"Go in a little further...!" Yao Fengzhu gasped.
"Little slut, do it yourself," Li Xiangdong chuckled.
Yao Fengzhu took the jade pestle and realized that the Vermilion Bird Pestle was as thick as the rim of a teacup, too large to hold in one hand. She wondered how she could possibly contain such a massive object.
Despite her confusion, the itching inside her was unbearable. Yao Fengzhu could only grit her teeth and fearfully push the Vermilion Bird Pestle deeper.
Finally, they reached the end of the cave. The giant Vermilion Bird Pestle seemed to fill every inch of the cave, making Yao Fengzhu dizzy and breathless. However, the lust that had tormented her was greatly reduced, and she was no longer as uncomfortable as before.
"There's only a little bit left. Push it in," Li Xiangdong said coldly.
Yao Fengzhu looked down and found that three or four inches of the Vermilion Bird Pestle were still outside her vagina. She was shocked and said in a trembling voice, "This...this will pierce through...!"
"Have you forgotten that you are a born harlot? How could a harlot be afraid of a big cock!" Li Xiangdong laughed and raised his hand to slap the end of the pestle.
"Whoosh...!" Yao Fengzhu screamed in terror, feeling as if the Vermilion Bird Pestle was piercing her heart. Her whole body went limp. When she looked again, the pestle was completely inside her vagina. Fortunately, there was no pain.
“A whore like you, let alone the Vermilion Bird Pestle, even a larger Southern Kingdom could accommodate you,” Li Xiangdong sneered, inserting his finger into her labia and pushing it further inward against the end of the Vermilion Bird Pestle.
Yao Fengzhu felt she was truly born promiscuous, and her heart ached, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Liu Qingping believed Li Xiangdong had used sorcery to make Yao Fengzhu accommodate the giant Vermilion Bird Pestle, and found it strange. What was odd was that the Vermilion Bird Pestle aroused her, and she even urinated, while Yao Fengzhu showed no signs of discomfort, and the fire ant's aphrodisiac seemed to have been suppressed. There must be another reason.
“You can't pull the pestle out without my permission, understand?” Li Xiangdong took a white silk ribbon from a maid and tied it in a T-shape around Yao Fengzhu's abdomen to prevent the Vermilion Bird Pestle from slipping out of her vulva.
Yao Fengzhu thought this was the only way to treat the fire ant's poison, and could only agree tearfully.
"Are you hungry?" Li Xiangdong continued to ask.
"No..." Yao Fengzhu shook her head sadly.
"It's been almost a whole day since you fell into the hands of the old poison dragon last night. You haven't eaten or drunk anything, so why aren't you hungry?" Li Xiangdong answered himself, "It's because the lustful poison is burning your heart. Your mind is filled with lustful thoughts that suppress your need for food and drink, making it even harder to resist lust."
"I...I'm really not hungry...!" Yao Fengzhu
said, tears streaming down her face. "I've prepared a bowl of calming and cleansing soup for you. After drinking the soup, go to bed and rest. You'll feel much better when you wake up." Li Xiangdong nodded.
"Thank you, Master!" Yao Fengzhu said sincerely, feeling a little grateful.
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In the Demon Palace, there is no day or night. Yao Fengzhu didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up, she felt comfortable, all her fatigue gone, and her energy and spirit fully restored. However, her stomach was rumbling with hunger.
Yao Fengzhu threw off the brocade quilt covering her and sat up. She realized that apart from the white silk sash tied around her waist, she was still completely naked. Thinking of the suffering she had endured over the past two days, she was filled with sorrow and bitterness.
"You're awake. Did you sleep well?" Just as Yao Fengzhu was wallowing in self-pity, Liu Qingping led in two maids carrying washing utensils.
"I'm alright…!" Yao Fengzhu felt a surge of warmth in her chest and hurriedly got out of bed to greet her. However, as soon as she moved, her lower body felt engorged and about to burst. She then remembered that the Vermilion Bird Pestle was still deeply embedded in her flesh, and she felt an overwhelming, unbearable pain, bursting into tears.
"Take it easy, don't rush!" Liu Qingping said, helping Yao Fengzhu down.
"Sister…!" Overwhelmed with grief, Yao Fengzhu buried her face in Liu Qingping's shoulder and sobbed softly.
"Don't cry, don't cry, the leader will be angry!" Liu Qingping cried out urgently.
Yao Fengzhu cried for a while before wiping away her tears. She looked down at the white silk covering her waist, finding it soaking wet, which only intensified her distress.
"Are you feeling better?" Liu Qingping asked with concern.
"I...I don't know...!" Yao Fengzhu said sadly. Although the intense itching had subsided after the insertion of the Vermilion Bird Pestle, she was still filled with lust. She remembered having several erotic dreams last night, the most humiliating being that the man in her dreams was Li Xiangdong. Besides indulging in unrestrained sexual desire, he repeatedly called her a born harlot.
"Take it easy. As long as you don't suffer, nothing else matters," Liu Qingping comforted her.
"Sister...am I...am I a harlot?" Yao Fengzhu finally couldn't help but ask.
“I…I don’t understand, but the leader can’t be wrong.” Liu Qingping followed the instructions, but couldn’t bear to say more, so she said in a different language, “You must be starving. Wash your face and you can eat. Also, don’t call me sister, let’s address each other by our names.”
“I…I want to change this ribbon…” Yao Fengzhu said sadly, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Alright, I’ve already prepared a new one for you.” Liu Qingping nodded.
Hearing this, Yao Fengzhu felt a little better. After quickly washing up, she hurriedly untied the white ribbon and used a fragrant towel to wash her vulva. She saw that her tender red labia were slightly parted, with a pool of spring water in the middle, and her lower abdomen was also hard. She must be because of the Vermilion Bird Pestle. With a thought, her slender jade fingers probed into the crevice.
“Fengzhu, don’t touch the Vermilion Bird Pestle!” Liu Qingping shouted urgently.
"I know..." Yao Fengzhu nodded shyly, her finger continuing to penetrate the pubic area. It only went in a short distance before touching the end of the Vermilion Bird Pestle. She noticed that although the pestle was pressed tightly against the flesh, the cave was wet, apparently seeping from the surrounding area. She dared not imagine what it looked like inside, so she wiped away the water droplets and retied the white silk ribbon.
At this moment, the maidservants brought the food. Yao Fengzhu was extremely hungry and immediately began to eat heartily at the table. Liu Qingping also sat down to keep her company.
After the meal, Liu Qingping continued to accompany her, explaining in detail the rules and taboos of the Demon Palace. At Li Xiangdong's behest, she spoke frankly and openly, letting Yao Fengzhu know a great deal. His intention was to prevent her from harboring any disloyal thoughts, making it easier to manipulate her later.
Yao Fengzhu had long anticipated that Liu Qingping's fate as the lustful demoness of the Asura Sect would be tragic, her background pitiful. Li Xiangdong's cruelty, wickedness, and lewdness were also expected; otherwise, the Asura Sect wouldn't have become the public enemy of the martial arts world. What she hadn't anticipated was that, besides the humiliation, she would also suffer perverse torment. Helplessly, she had no other choice at this point.
After talking for a while, Li Xiangdong suddenly summoned her.
"Sit down," Li Xiangdong said, comfortably leaning back on the soft couch and gently patting the seat beside him.
Having been instructed by Liu Qingping, Yao Fengzhu was already mentally prepared. Suppressing her shame, she and Liu Qingping sat on either side of Li Xiangdong, allowing him to pull her into his arms.
"Do you know why the lustful poison hasn't taken effect?" Li Xiangdong asked
, playing with the fleshy mounds of Yao Fengzhu's breasts. "Is it...is it that pestle?" Yao Fengzhu thought absently. The masculine aura emanating from Li Xiangdong had made her infatuated, and also made the location of the Vermilion Bird Pestle, hidden deep within her, clearer.
"The Vermilion Bird Pestle is a treasure of our sect. It can arouse passion and also suppress lust. Only after I used the Great Art of Suppressing Lust could I temporarily suppress the fire ants' lustful poison. However, your innate lustful desires are too strong, and the fire ants' lustful poison is far more potent. The Vermilion Bird Pestle's miraculous effects diminish over time, and it's not a long-term solution. The only way to escape the suffering of lustful poison is to cultivate the Divine Art of Lust and become a completely promiscuous woman!" Li Xiangdong said solemnly.
"What?" Yao Fengzhu exclaimed. Just hearing the word "lust," she knew it was a lewd and evil art, let alone one that would make her promiscuous.
"This is also your good fortune. If you weren't a born promiscuous woman and happened to be injured by the fire ants, it wouldn't be easy for you to cultivate this peerless skill that can cause men to die from exhaustion." Li Xiangdong said, untying the white silk from Yao Fengzhu's waist.
"No...no...I won't practice it!" Yao Fengzhu screamed.
“If you don’t practice, you will suffer endless torment until you die, and then your soul will return to the Hell of Lust, to be used by the Nine-Tailed Flying Dragon and the lustful ghosts for their pleasure and lust.” Li Xiangdong said, wiping his oily, fleshy lips.
“No… Waaah… I won’t go to the Hell of Lust!” Yao Fengzhu cried out in terror. What she feared most was the Hell of Lust, and she was afraid of seeing her beast-like brother and family again.
“This won’t work, that won’t work, what do you want?” Surprisingly, Li Xiangdong didn’t get angry. He simply inserted his finger into her jade passage and slowly withdrew the Vermilion Bird Pestle.
“Ah… No… Don’t pull it out…!” As the Vermilion Bird Pestle slowly slipped out of her vulva, the lustful poison immediately took effect. Yao Fengzhu cried out incessantly from the itching, frantically trying to stop Li Xiangdong from pulling out the pestle.
“Will you practice or not?” Li Xiangdong sighed.
“I will… I will practice!” Yao Fengzhu pressed down on Li Xiangdong’s palm and pushed the Vermilion Bird Pestle back into her body.
Witnessing Yao Fengzhu succumb to Li Xiangdong's lewdness, Liu Qingping felt an indescribable guilt, wishing she could take her place to atone for her past mistakes.
"That's it. You're naturally promiscuous. Even without the fire ants, you're still a wanton woman. After mastering this divine skill, you can personally kill the old Poison Dragon. Why not?" Li Xiangdong said softly.
"I...I can't beat him," Yao Fengzhu cried out in anguish. Tracing the source of the trouble, the Poison Dragon was naturally the culprit. Although revenge was her greatest wish, she understood that with her martial arts skills, it was futile.
"If you master the Lustful Divine Skill, it's not without hope," Li Xiangdong smiled.
"Really?" Yao Fengzhu exclaimed in disbelief.
"After mastering this divine skill, you can absorb yang energy to replenish yin, increasing your power. Given time, how could the old Poison Dragon be your match?" Li Xiangdong nodded.
"Absorb yang energy to replenish yin?!" Yao Fengzhu exclaimed in surprise.
"With your talent and the fire ants' aphrodisiac, as long as you open your heart and stop forcibly suppressing your lustful thoughts, you should be able to master the basics in forty-nine days and fully enjoy the pleasures of the bedroom," Li Xiangdong said with a smile.
After starting her training, Yao Fengzhu no longer needed the Vermilion Bird Pestle to suppress the lustful poison. When the poison flared up, as long as she activated her evil technique, it was like the Vermilion Bird Pestle entering her body, overwhelming and quelling the raging itching and numbness, making it much less unbearable.
However, suppressing the poison didn't mean she could control her lust.
Even without training, Yao Fengzhu would feel a surge of lustful desires after each session, her mind filled with thoughts that made others blush and their hearts race. These thoughts lingered, and often, before the lustful fire subsided, the poison would flare up again, causing her to grit her teeth in frustration.
Although the frequency of the poison flare-ups had decreased recently, her lustful desires had increased, making Yao Fengzhu feel increasingly shameless and wanton.
In reality, however, Yao Fengzhu had no right to feel shame. Like Liu Qingping, she was only allowed to wear a colorful handkerchief around her waist, and more often than not, she was completely naked, spending every day and night with Li Xiangdong, indulging in his unrestrained lust.
The physical contact was a minor matter; Yao Fengzhu also had to learn how to use her body to please Li Xiangdong. The difference was that Li Xiangdong always used Liu Qingping to relieve his lust, but never went any further.
It wasn't that Li Xiangdong hadn't touched Yao Fengzhu; he touched her many times, thoroughly. Except for not experiencing true ecstasy, the humiliation she suffered was no less than Liu Qingping's, perhaps even more.
Yao Fengzhu also had to suck Li Xiangdong's penis. Perhaps she was prepared, or perhaps seeing Liu Qingping's enjoyment, she wasn't too bothered. Only once, when Li Xiangdong ejaculated in her mouth and made her swallow his filthy semen, did she break down in tears, only to be met with even more humiliation. From then on, Li Xiangdong made it a habit to have her lick his filthy penis clean with her mouth after ejaculation, even cleaning Liu Qingping's urethra. After a few times, it became commonplace.
What was most embarrassing was that Li Xiangdong loved to open that mysterious cave and tease that fleshy bud as big as a chicken egg, using his fingers or a Zhuque pestle. Sometimes he would also make Liu Qingping and the other maids take turns probing inside, making her ejaculate in front of everyone, exposing her ugly state, all for the sake of teasing. She couldn't remember which day Yao Fengzhu urinated seventeen times from morning till night, the amount of vaginal fluid flowing out probably exceeding her urine output.
For some reason, the feeling of ejaculation seemed much more wonderful than before, although sometimes she was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. When Yao Fengzhu saw Liu Qingping being tormented by Li Xiangdong, she secretly envied her and even had the thought of offering herself in his place.
Li Xiangdong's sexual desire was very strong and he was incredibly stamina-enduring, seemingly never tiring. He indulged in pleasure day and night, going at it again and again. When Liu Qingping couldn't bear it anymore, she would occasionally show mercy and seek pleasure with other maids. Afterwards, even if they were naked and sleeping with Yao Fengzhu, they would never cross the line.
Yao Fengzhu found it increasingly difficult to fall asleep, especially when Li Xiangdong lay beside her; his erect penis would appear in her mind, causing her immense torment.
In the Demon Palace, it was dark and impossible to distinguish day from night. The only way to tell the time was by an hourglass. When she opened her eyes and saw the hourglass full, with the fine sand rolling down again, Yao Fengzhu knew the night had passed. In fact, she didn't even need the hourglass; she knew it was dawn because Li Xiangdong, still fast asleep beside her, had an erect penis, displaying his morning urges.
Liu Qingping remained unconscious, probably exhausted.
Last night, Li Xiangdong seemed particularly excited, completely disregarding Liu Qingping's life or death, indulging in his brutality. By the time his lust was satisfied, she had already fainted.
Yao Fengzhu, confident in her beauty and figure, was no match for Liu Qingping. She couldn't understand why Li Xiangdong was so dismissive. Thinking of her forced advances the previous night, which had been unsuccessful, her face flushed,
and she felt a pang of resentment. Stealing a glance at his swaggering member, Yao Fengzhu felt a surge of desire, a growing emptiness and loneliness. She couldn't help but reach down to her lower abdomen, caressing her secret place, even inserting her slender fingers inside.
It was wet again!
Lately, her vaginal fluids seemed particularly abundant, often overflowing. The colorful handkerchief wrapped around her waist was frequently soaked; she used four or five a day, which was quite annoying. It must be the fire ants' aphrodisiac poison at work. If she couldn't neutralize it, she didn't know how she would survive.
Her fingers touched that sensitive clitoris. Yao Fengzhu gently teased it, and a familiar, wonderful tingling sensation arose in her womb. If she continued to tease it, she could release her unbearable lust.
Yao Fengzhu gritted her teeth, feeling a bit annoyed. This devil was up to no good; it seemed he was deliberately tormenting her.
"Little slut, thinking of men so early in the morning?" Li Xiangdong woke up, rolling over and pinning Yao Fengzhu down.
"Master..." Yao Fengzhu blushed, and for some reason, she hugged Li Xiangdong, saying, "Don't you like your disciple? Why...?"
"Why don't I fuck you?" Li Xiangdong chuckled.
"Yes... why...?" Yao Fengzhu cried out in a trembling voice.
"Let me see your clitoris," Li Xiangdong said with satisfaction.
Yao Fengzhu didn't hesitate, skillfully lying beneath Li Xiangdong, raising her legs, supporting her knees, and lifting her bare vulva high into the air.
"If you master the basics, I'll definitely give you a good time," Li Xiangdong said, supporting her thighs and opening her slightly moist labia to examine her.
"How much longer do we have to practice?" Yao Fengzhu asked breathlessly.
"...It's already done!" Li Xiangdong cheered, "Look for yourself!"
"Look at what?" Yao Fengzhu asked, puzzled.
"Look at your clitoris!" Li Xiangdong forcefully opened her labia and said, "Isn't it much smaller? The Lustful Divine Skill has suppressed all the fire ant's lustful poison and merged it with your innate lustful fire. From now on, you can absorb yang to replenish yin."
Yao Fengzhu groaned, arching her slender waist with effort. With Li Xiangdong's help, she bent her pink legs above her head and looked down closely. She found that the swollen flesh was indeed much smaller than when the lustful poison had taken effect, and it wasn't as terrifying.
"Come on up, let's see how lustful you are!" Li Xiangdong put down her pink legs, supported her slender waist, and with a swift movement, lifted Yao Fengzhu up and placed her on top of him.
"Master...!" Yao Fengzhu felt the hard, erect penis pressing against her abdomen, her whole body burning with heat. Forgetting all shame, she let out a soft moan, her delicate hands gripping the penis as she lowered herself to sit down.
With a "plop," the fiery penis forced its way in, squeezing out the air inside, making Yao Fengzhu's body go limp. Only then did she realize how robust Li Xiangdong was. Before she could even catch her breath, a wonderful, tingling sensation spread from deep within her womb. She couldn't help but thrust her hips forward, forcefully pushing the remaining penis all the way in.
"Go ahead, the first time is your choice. You can do as many times as you like!" Li Xiangdong said with a grin, holding her slender waist.
Yao Fengzhu took a breath and couldn't wait to start stroking herself. The fullness and swelling inside her body was truly wonderful, especially when the fiery rod reached its end. At the same time, Li Xiangdong arched his back and thrust upwards, fiercely piercing her delicate flower core. The sour and numb sensation inside was even more comfortable and sweet, making her feel intoxicated and completely intoxicated in the sea of desire.
After only a dozen or so strokes, her uterus was already filled with a tingling numbness that made her dizzy and continued to spread to her limbs. She didn't know how it happened, but suddenly the depths of her uterus were numb to the point of being excruciating, as if she had been pierced by a sharp thrust. The accumulated numbness was like a mountain torrent that burst forth. An indescribable pleasure instantly spread throughout her body. Yao Fengzhu couldn't help but shake her head wildly and scream.
"Isn't it great?" Li Xiangdong chuckled, channeling his demonic power as his penis pressed against her clitoris. He felt a faint
, almost imperceptible suction force emanating from it, penetrating straight to her dantian. Had he not known the secret and secretly used his extraordinary skills to resist, his painstakingly cultivated internal energy would have been damaged. Yao Fengzhu nestled against Li Xiangdong's chest, nodding shyly. The approaching climax made her feel like she was floating on air, as if ascending to paradise. Unfortunately, it came quickly and went just as fast. In an instant, the pleasure of release vanished, leaving her with a feeling of unfulfilled desire.
"Want more?" Li Xiangdong asked with a smile.
"Yes... I want more!" Yao Fengzhu couldn't help but twist her slender waist. She inadvertently noticed that Liu Qingping had also woken up from her sleep, her eyes showing a strange look. She couldn't help but curse herself for being shameless, so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground.
"Little slut, I'll make you feel good!" Li Xiangdong chuckled maliciously.
"Master... ah... ahh... oh... no... I can't take it anymore...!" Yao Fengzhu gasped, her limbs tightly wrapped around Li Xiangdong, screaming.
"Little slut, have you had enough?" Li Xiangdong thrust his penis deep into Yao Fengzhu's body with ferocity, then paused, enjoying the wonderful tremors inside. He noticed that with each rapid contraction, the suction of her clitoris became even stronger and more intense. He was overjoyed, realizing that the Lustful Divine Art had finally enabled her to replenish her yin with yang.
"I... I don't know...!" Yao Fengzhu gasped, too tired to move, yet the carnal pleasure was unforgettable, and she desperately wanted to continue.
"Then let me make you feel good a few more times!" Li Xiangdong resumed his efforts, flipping Yao Fengzhu over and pressing her beneath him, thrusting vigorously.
Liu Qingping watched coldly, unable to understand why Yao Fengzhu was behaving so strangely. She thought to herself that although Li Xiangdong had brought her to multiple orgasms, it took forty or fifty thrusts before she ejaculated. Yao Fengzhu seemed even more powerless. She secretly calculated that she had urinated at least ten times, yet seemed to grow stronger with each thrust, still unsatisfied. It seemed the Lustful Divine Skill was far more vicious than her own Myriad Wonderful Maiden Skill.
Li Xiangdong also wanted to release his pent-up desire. After more than ten thrusts, estimating Yao Fengzhu's orgasm was near, he used the "Dragon Spitting Pearl" technique he had learned from the Lustful True Scripture, sending a small amount of internal energy inside her.
The Dragon Spitting Pearl was a wicked and wondrous skill. By emitting internal energy from the urethral opening, it could release lust without harming one's vital essence. Because the internal energy condensed into a pearl, directly striking the sensitive clitoris, those who didn't understand the difference would only think he was urinating like an ordinary man.
These past few days, Li Xiangdong had been indulging in debauchery day and night in order to practice this extraordinary skill. He could already spit out seven pearls, and if he could unleash nine pearls in succession, no woman could withstand it.
Take Liu Qingping, for example; even though she had just climaxed, if she unleashed five pearls in succession, she could reach ecstasy again. Last night, Li Xiangdong, in a moment of passion, spit out seven pearls, resulting in her losing consciousness in ecstasy.
Yao Fengzhu fared even worse. As soon as Li Xiangdong unleashed the pearls, she immediately lost her virginity amidst a deafening scream. After five pearls, her delicate body trembled violently, her head shook wildly, and then she fell silent and colorless—she had fainted.
Li Xiangdong did not unleash seven pearls in succession not out of pity, but because Yao Fengzhu's lustful divine skill, which originated from the same source as the pearl-spitting technique, had a unique and wondrous use. The time was not yet ripe, and it was not advisable to use it recklessly.
Yao Fengzhu woke up, exhausted but unusually cheerful and content, even somewhat joyful. The pleasure of their time together was still vivid in her mind, and recalling it, she didn't know whether to feel ashamed or happy. Then she felt someone wiping her genitals with a cloth. Looking down, she saw it was Liu Qingping doing it, and she felt even more ashamed and uneasy. She struggled to get up, but Li Xiangdong pressed her back down onto the bed.
"Having a good time, huh!" Li Xiangdong chuckled, playing with Yao Fengzhu's pink breasts. "Tell me, what did you feel before you fainted from pleasure?"
"..." Yao Fengzhu blushed deeply, unable to answer. She could only close her eyes and remain silent, feeling Liu Qingping carefully probing her finger, wrapped in a cloth, into her vagina. She dared not move.
"Speak!" Li Xiangdong pressed.
"...I...I don't know!" Yao Fengzhu said angrily, thinking to herself that this devil was making her answer such a question, which was truly embarrassing.
"Listen carefully…!" Li Xiangdong tightened his grip, squeezing the swollen flesh hard, and said coldly, "This is very important, because from now on, when you have intercourse with martial artists, you will be able to absorb their internal energy. The higher the opponent's internal energy, the greater your benefit!"
"I…I really forgot!" Yao Fengzhu cried anxiously, not understanding how to absorb internal energy.
"Remember this next time. Whether you can take revenge depends on how much internal energy you can absorb," Li Xiangdong said coldly.
"I…how…can I…?" Yao Fengzhu asked, mustering her courage.
"How can you replenish your yin with yang?" Li Xiangdong said with a sly smile, "It's very simple. You don't need to do anything, just lie down with your legs open!"
"But…but…!" Yao Fengzhu was dizzy and didn't know how to continue.
"The Lustful Divine Skill is the number one technique for replenishing yin in the world. After mastering the basics, every time you urinate, you don't need to use your internal energy; you can automatically trigger this miraculous skill and absorb internal energy from the opponent's penis," Li Xiangdong explained.
"When...when...when will I be able to defeat the Poison Dragon Demon?" Yao Fengzhu stammered.
"External power is hard to compare with self-cultivation. To fight the old Poison Dragon, you need at least two masters of similar strength..." Li Xiangdong pondered.
"Two?" Yao Fengzhu asked blankly, thinking to herself that she would have to be defiled by at least two men.
"Your Lustful Divine Skill is only at the beginning. To absorb the full power of a master like the old Poison Dragon, you need to sleep with him for at least ten days to half a month, and it will get harder and harder. You can't rush it." Li Xiangdong laughed. "Moreover, there aren't many masters like the old Poison Dragon, and it won't be easy for them to take a liking to you."
"What?!" Yao Fengzhu exclaimed.
"It's a pity there isn't a single brothel in the world specifically for martial arts practitioners to enjoy themselves. Otherwise, you could just become a prostitute for a few years." Li Xiangdong laughed. "But don't worry, I have a way."
"That won't work!" Yao Fengzhu cried out anxiously.
"Why not?" Li Xiangdong sneered, "Once is still filth, twice is still filth, what's the big deal? Besides, the fire ants' venom is only suppressed by the lustful fire; if you don't practice diligently, you'll still suffer."
Yao Fengzhu felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and dared not imagine how she would live in the future.
After Yao Fengzhu mastered the basic skills of the lustful evil art, Li Xiangdong went out alone. When he returned, the two women's lives had changed.
"Qingping, the head of the Bashan Sect, Pu Yunfeng, is critically ill and will be returning to his hometown in less than seven days!" Li Xiangdong said with a strange laugh.
"What...!" Liu Qingping was shocked to hear this. Her parents had died early, and Pu Yunfeng had raised her and taught her martial arts. He was deeply grateful and their relationship was like
that of father and daughter. "Do you want to go back and see him one last time?" Li Xiangdong asked with a smile.
"Please have mercy, Master...!" Liu Qingping knelt down with a thud and cried out on the ground.
“Alright,” Li Xiangdong nodded. “You can leave tomorrow morning.”
“Really?” Liu Qingping couldn’t believe her ears.
“Why would I lie to you?” Li Xiangdong smiled. “If Pu Yunfeng doesn’t recover, your senior brother Hu Ba will take over as sect leader. After you return, you must marry him as soon as possible and then await orders.”
“He only has brotherly and sisterly feelings for me. He won’t marry me. Besides, I… I’m no longer a virgin, he…” Liu Qingping choked up.
“As long as you ignite your love with your inner energy, he will marry no one but you.” Li Xiangdong smiled.
“But…” Liu Qingping cried out urgently.
“But what?” Li Xiangdong’s expression changed. “Do you want to know how our sect punishes disobedient disciples?”
“No… I dare not!” Liu Qingping cried out.
“Also, don’t think that just because you’re away from me, you can outwardly comply but inwardly defy me. Your every move is still under my watchful eye.” Li Xiangdong said sinisterly.
"This disciple wouldn't do that, this disciple wouldn't dare!" Liu Qingping cried out hastily, knowing that Li Xiangdong's sorcery was extraordinary and firmly believing that he had a way to monitor her movements.
"If you wouldn't dare, that's fine." Li Xiangdong sneered, reaching out to put his arm around Yao Fengzhu's slender waist, and said, "Tomorrow you will also come out of the palace with me and try your skills."

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